Lucean,
I'm so tired of flesh and blood
My lord has grown so vile
Shamefulness descends upon the shoulders
Kicking the corpse until the fun wears off
Bleeding septums and S41
Talking needs to the sun comes up
Rich boys they just need a hand or hand down
From papa
Wouldn't it be too divine
With a start, middle and an end
Wouldn't it be too divine
If we could see a way out
Wouldn't it be too divine
With a start, middle and an end
Wouldn't it be too divine
If we could see a way out
There's a blizzard in the after hours bars
Raining my way down the strand
Who are these fags in the red bow ties
ruining it for the rest of us
Self content for the young, the younger beset
that history will always eat itself
Rich boys they just need a hand
or a good old fashioned war
Wouldn't it be too divine
With a start, middle and an end
Wouldn't it be too divine
If we could see a way out
Wouldn't it be too divine
With a start, middle and an end
Wouldn't it be too divine
If we could see a way out