All of the people All of those ordinary lives Building on the outskirts Of my mind They ride the Iron Pilgrim To holidays for the head If plans were hand grenades We'd all be dead It's dark It's dark where the roses grow There's something that you should know Before you see the light It's dark It's dark where the roses grow There's places I have to go Before I see the light Playing all five stages The festival of grief God and problems What can stop them realise The bottles in the drug store Were all just piss and ink The flags you wore Are rags under the sink
All of the people All of those ordinary lives Building on the outskirts Of my mind They ride the Iron Pilgrim To holidays for the head If plans were hand grenades We'd all be dead It's dark It's dark where the roses grow There's something that you should know Before you see the light It's dark It's dark where the roses grow There's places I have to go Before I see the light Playing all five stages The festival of grief God and problems What can stop them realise The bottles in the drug store Were all just piss and ink The flags you wore Are rags under the sink
