I could have lived without with the whores and their buggies
I suppose that father knows best
Where the wind blows
You could only see into the dark for miles around
My job was to try and make a sound
Then I heard the call of, I heard the call to
Screaming, "I don't wanna."
I saw the girls, the new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't wanna."
Tormented kings, your children of the earth sing
Bye-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy, dy-dy-dy-dy
Under an embalmed clear sky
Under an embalmed clear sky
I foresee that you'll be weakened, the children of your cash
And I can tell you can't live without it
Who was I to come between a whore and her money?
Yes, there is a war: boys versus girls
Clowns versus their curls
I invested well and heavily into your antics
I requested "Suicide Blonde" loudly
Yes, there is a war, it's much like the one I've been waiting for
Boys versus girls
Clowns versus their curls
I heard the call of, I heard the call to
Screaming, "I don't wanna."
I saw the pearls, the new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't wanna."
Tormented kings, your children of the earth sing
Bye-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy, dy-dy-dy-dy
Under an embalmed clear sky
Under an embalmed clear sky
I heard the call of, I heard the call to
Screaming, "I don't wanna."
I saw the pearls, the new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't wanna."
Tormented kings, your children of the earth are singing
Bye-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy, dy-dy-dy-dy
Bye-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy, dy-dy-dy-dy
Bye-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy, dy-dy-dy-dy
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