A punkoid opera in C flat and razor sharp 



We have traveled pain and love 

To call ourselves high born 

Living in a maze so crazed, lunacy is legend 

Lunacy is legend 



Words I fear that clutch my crutch 

And drive your senses crazy 

Men or women too get blue, 

so don't make living hazy 

No don't make living hazy 



Once in youth the wisdom crouched 

Deep inside my bedroom 

Visitations now are scarce, winter life is lonely 

Now winter life is lonely 



Temples that are bleak and bleached 

Are bleached up on the highway 

God of truth returned just once 

and made my prison homely 



Don't make my life so lonely