Untitled Track 21

(Warren/Phillips)

I.

I curse these days
These days I curse
Listen, listen to the radio that plays in your hearse
Aren’t you always finding more in every verse?

I’ll spread the word
The word I’ll spread
Some things come out and are better left unsaid
And as the lights are dimmed we find we’re better off dead

CHORUS:
The signs on this road of faded truth
Serve as headstones for the innovative
The man in the rocket ship toll booth
Says Go On

From the start I knew the whole time
I knew from the start
The 3 of spades succumbing to his mind, made short work of the ace of hearts
And now a strong wind comes along and it blows this house of cards apart

These things we do
We do these things
Sell your past to the pauper on the street to live amongst the kings
Now you sit back and listen as the prophets sing

REPEAT CHORUS:

II.

Something was rotten rotten rotten
In my state of mind
Until I find the land of sex with strangers
Across the ice caps in a gust of fake English accents
To drown out
These Nomads Who are rockin’ rockin’ rockin’
Til everything’s forgotten in one cerebral symphony

III.

I will wait for something special
I will wait till It’s all over
I will wait for something special
I’ll sit outside and wait alone

I will wait for someone special
I will wait till I can hold her
I will wait for someone special
And Then I will take her home