Broken Breads
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I could have lived without with the whores and their buggies
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 wanna"
I saw the girls, the new world minstrels whispering "I don't wanna"
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
And 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 wanna"
I saw the pearls, the new world minstrels whispering "I don't wanna"
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 wanna"
I saw the pearls, the new world minstrels whispering "I don't wanna"
Tormented kings, your children of the earth are singing...
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