What were the odds That everything we'd thought to plan Would go down so wrong? Dead on arrival It's now clear enough to know This is how it begins to end Leave me the room To set the table for two If we pull through To carry on Carrying that same old Oppressive minutiae Then we'll run to the houses up on hillsides And remain indoors of course Then ride the landslide through the night of the long knives Pushing each other overboard Wade in the turbid mercury Reinforce hyperbole For authenticity but really What you give and what you take and what you make of it will finally Break me Fools gold Was stealing the vote Fools gold Stole our hope Now we'll run for our lives miles to the mines On cobble stone roads We'll keep on keeping on while the canaries die Overdosed on life Reinforce hyperbole For authenticity but really What we had and what you took and what you did with it will finally Break me in two Fools gold Stole my vote But i won't play the spawn of a generation When you blame me for what I am While forgetting who you're not When it goes up in smoke I'll just take a toke and never let it out Ride out the high for all time Watch as the vapor greys the horizon Leave me to choose From the options of the guillotine or gallows To distract me from Writing our swan songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
