I could have it

without with the whores and their buggies

I suppose their father knows best

where the wind goes

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

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

its 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 sing