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  • Something kind of hit me today
    I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
    People will hold us to blame
    It hit me today, it hit me today
    We're taking it hard all the time
    Why don't we pass it by?
    Just reply, you've changed your mind
    We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
    Taking it hard, taking it hard
    Yet now
    We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
    They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
    Always breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
    For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
    You're just an ally of the leecher
    Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your ****-me pumps
    And your nimble dress that trails
    Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
    Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
    We are the dead
    One thing kind of touched me today
    I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
    Pressing our love through the night
    Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
    Now I'm hoping someone will care
    Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
    Trusting on the sons of our love
    That someone will care, someone will care
    But now
    We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
    Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
    It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
    And the streets are full of press men
    Bent on getting hung and buried
    And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
    Who sucks you while you're sleeping
    It's the theater of financiers
    Count them, fifteen 'round a table
    White and dressed to kill
    Oh caress yourself, my juicy
    For my hands have all but withered
    Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
    Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
    We are the dead
    We are the dead
    We are the dead
  • [00:16.40]Something kind of hit me today
    [00:21.56]I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
    [00:30.58]People will hold us to blame
    [00:36.35]It hit me today, it hit me today
    [00:44.36]We're taking it hard all the time
    [00:49.22]Why don't we pass it by?
    [00:52.61]Just reply, you've changed your mind
    [00:57.91]We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
    [01:03.28]Taking it hard, taking it hard
    [01:09.40]Yet now
    [01:15.58]We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
    [01:21.76]They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
    [01:28.45]Always breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
    [01:35.08]For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
    [01:41.71]You're just an ally of the leecher
    [01:45.11]Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your ****-me pumps
    [01:51.95]And your nimble dress that trails
    [01:55.34]Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
    [02:01.72]Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
    [02:08.15]We are the dead
    [02:15.55]One thing kind of touched me today
    [02:20.88]I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
    [02:28.82]Pressing our love through the night
    [02:34.19]Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
    [02:42.80]Now I'm hoping someone will care
    [02:47.77]Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
    [02:56.28]Trusting on the sons of our love
    [03:00.99]That someone will care, someone will care
    [03:06.63]But now
    [03:12.41]We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
    [03:19.35]Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
    [03:25.68]It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
    [03:32.14]And the streets are full of press men
    [03:36.78]Bent on getting hung and buried
    [03:39.91]And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
    [03:46.56]Who sucks you while you're sleeping
    [03:49.72]It's the theater of financiers
    [03:52.90]Count them, fifteen 'round a table
    [03:56.40]White and dressed to kill
    [03:59.75]Oh caress yourself, my juicy
    [04:02.94]For my hands have all but withered
    [04:06.39]Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
    [04:12.77]Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
    [04:21.02]We are the dead
    [04:25.33]We are the dead
    [04:31.84]We are the dead