I could have lived
Without with the whores and their bodies
I suppose that father knows best
Where the wind blows
You could always 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 want to"
I saw the girls
The new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't want to"
Tormented kings
Your children of the earth sing
Under an embalmed clear sky
Under an embalmed clear sky
I foresee that you'll be weakened
The children of your cash
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 want to"
I saw the pearls
The new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't want to"
Tormented kings
Your children of the earth sing
Under an embalmed clear sky
Under an embalmed clear sky
I heard the call of
I heard the call to
Screaming, "I don't want to"
I saw the pearls
The new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't want to"
Tormented kings
Your children of the earth sing