[00:07.25]An address to the golden door
[00:10.34]I was strumming on a stone again
[00:13.63]Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
[00:16.19]When hatched a tragic opera in my mind
[00:20.18]And it told of a new design in which every soul is duty bound
[00:26.57]To uphold all the statutes of boredom
[00:31.26]Therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
[00:33.83]Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
[00:35.94]Or lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
[00:39.38]And becase it made no money
[00:41.52]Nobody saved no one's life this time
[00:47.65]So we burned all our uniforms
[00:50.96]And let nature take it's course again
[00:54.16]And the big onese just eat all the little ones
[00:57.31]That sends us back to the drawing board
[01:11.80]In my darkest hours
[01:14.75]We have all asked for some
[01:18.21]Angel to come
[01:21.39]Sprinkle his dust all around
[01:25.39]But all our crying voices they can't turn it around
[01:31.35]And you've had some crazy conversations of your own
[01:46.85]We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs
[01:50.09]But we still can't just behave ourselves
[01:53.87]Even if to save our own lives
[01:56.28]So says I:
[01:57.40]We are a brutal kind
[02:12.84]'Cause this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
[02:15.57]Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
[02:19.16]'Cause if it makes them money
[02:20.99]They might just give you life this time