Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you, wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today
We’re taking it hard all the time
Why don’t we pass it by?
Just reply, you’ve changed your mind
We’re fighting with the eyes of a lie
Taking it hard, taking it hard
But now
We feel that we are paid for, choking on you nightly
They tell me «Son, we want you.» Be elusive, but don’t walk far
For we’re breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
For your dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
You’re just an ally of the leecher
Procreator for the virgin king, but I love you in your funky pumps
And your nimble dress betrayals
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said
We are the dead
One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it’s right, knowing it’s right
Now I’m hoping some one will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sums of our love,
That some one will care, some one will care
But no…i..ho
We’re todays scrambled creatures locked in tomorrows double feature
Heavens on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
It’s a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of brass men,
Bent on getting hung and buried
And the legendary curtains are drawn ’round baby bankrupt,
Who sucks you while you’re sleeping
It’s the theater of financiers,
Count them, fifteen ’round the table,
White and dressed to kill
Oh, caress yourself, my juicy,
For my hands have all but whithered
Oh, dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said
We are the dead
We are dead
We are the dead
