LYRIC

We were wrong again
You can't believe our friends
This occasion never ends and though we're bored...
Wicked ones brought swords to talk the rest of us, of course
Now the guards are at the door
And they confiscate our quarts
To confine us to the bogs
Beyond the water, all crooked shadows fall
Fog is all around us now
These words shall lead him
Stalking around us
We roll
Up and down
These turncoats follow me around
The lazy town
Rising up
Falling down
They're drugging their mothers now
'cause were in love with them
It's a game for them and as we round the bends
Clubs of clowns descend upon the crassness of our wealth
The sadness of our health
Crying leaches pry our purses free, laughingly
They're tugging at my sleeve
Is what I want what I believe?
Dancing girls just leaning as to keep the clutches
Beating
Stalking around us
We roll
Up and down
These turncoats follow me around
The lazy town
Rising up
Falling down

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