So Says I - iTunes Session

An address to the golden door
 I was strumming on a stone again
 Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
 When hatched, a tragic opera in my mind
 And it told of a new design
 In which every soul is duty bound
 To uphold all the statues of boredom
 Therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
 'Cause it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
 Our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
 And 'cause it made no money
 Nobody saved no one's life this time
 So, we burned all our uniforms
 And let nature take its course again
 And the big ones just eat all the little ones
 Who sent us back to the drawing board
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 In our darkest hours
 We've all asked for some
 Angel to come
 Sprinkle his dust all around
 But all our crying voices, they can't turn it around
 You've had some crazy conversations of your own
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 We've got rules, and maps, and guns in our backs
 So, we still can't just behave ourselves
 Even if to save our own lives (so says I)
 We are a brutal kind, woah
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 'Cause this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
 Tell Sir. Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
 'Cause if it makes them money
 They might just give you life this time