Sun cuts through the fog, radiates in requiem
[?] the grass, six feet under with no [?] except [?]
Weekend love, kissing down by the cemetery
They rise and they dance with supremacy
They scream at the traffic on the motorway
Folklore making way for what's necessary
The ticket trends like a God's own authority
I don't think you understand the severity
In the club where you lost your virginity
Now it's all just a question of paternity
They got kids, make 'em down by the nursery
Parents drown in helplessness and entropy
In the words of a man from the mental institution
Making movies for independent distribution
A trolley is standing at the edge of the seventies
Amount of people who can do just as they please
Behind the curtains of a boat collecting data buzzes
Swear to secrecy, the consequences of their surprises
The ticket trends like a God's own authority
I don't think you understand the severity
In the club where you lost your virginity
Now it's all just a question of paternity
Living in the country, we're all fucked up
All dressed up like monkeys, we breed like dogs
We live in the rocks, we know it best
Won't ever rest
So come with us
Living in the country, we're all fucked up
All dressed up like monkeys, we breed like dogs
We live in the rocks, we know it best
Won't ever rest
So come with us
