New Ways of Living

Maybe I should have loved you
 Maybe I should have sworn not to be born
 of this wretched glove too soon
 But a dragon needs room; a dragon needs room; a dragon needs room...
 to run, run, run
 I was a desert in love with extremes
 You married well, a gentle woman of means who...
 kept the word "Destroyer" embroidered on her jeans, too
 I wore skins, I didn't care who survived
 The band foretold trends from spring of '85
 They're calling it "The New Decay"
 Hey, so am I
 Treacherous fop, don't be embarrassed
 For looking good at your table on the terrace
 that you call home
 I'm sold to Paris, London, Rome's too old for you
 and your kind
 Explosions wanna see what they can find
 New ways of living...
 It's you and your kind
 The new ways of living
 It's you and your kind
 The new ways of living
 You and your kind
 The new ways of living