Paroles:
An address to the golden door
I was strumming on a stone again
pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched
a tragic opera in my mind
and it told of a new design
in which every soul is duty bound
to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies
the fatal flaw of the red age
Because it was nothing like we'd ever dremt
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life
So we burned all our uniforms
and let nature take its course again
and the big ones just eat all the little ones
that send us back to the drawing board
In our darkest hours
we have all asked for some
angel to come
sprinkle his dust all around
but all our crying voices they can't turn it around
and you've had some crazy conversations of your own
We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs
but we still can't just behave ourselves
even if to save our own lives so, says I, WE ARE A BURTAL KIND
Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dremt
tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
cuz if you give them money they might just give you life this time
I was strumming on a stone again
pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched
a tragic opera in my mind
and it told of a new design
in which every soul is duty bound
to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies
the fatal flaw of the red age
Because it was nothing like we'd ever dremt
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life
So we burned all our uniforms
and let nature take its course again
and the big ones just eat all the little ones
that send us back to the drawing board
In our darkest hours
we have all asked for some
angel to come
sprinkle his dust all around
but all our crying voices they can't turn it around
and you've had some crazy conversations of your own
We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs
but we still can't just behave ourselves
even if to save our own lives so, says I, WE ARE A BURTAL KIND
Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dremt
tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
cuz if you give them money they might just give you life this time
