'Lyrics: Bring out your books collect your value chowder pets Or better yet Show your index finger Why drag it out Escape from chapter eight With maximum prejudice Or don\'t (chours) Alas, alas It will not come to pass Our dreams are far too middle class At least we have our parents homes At least we have their names Alas, alas It will not come to pass Our dreams are far to middle class At least we have our metal hair Make up your mind Do not suppose That time will heal the phantom limb Keep everything clean Why put it out The facts allow for reinterpretation by The chattering choir (chours) (2x) The rioters are slipping away The rioters are slipping away But somebody is burning the money Some one is still burning the money The rioters are stuck (something something) And they can\'t get (something) without cutting through (something something something) (2x) Psychic reader Served with (raita?) Fill my grave with diet coke And wait for winter'
Tags: Christian fitness , Love Letters In The Age Of Steam , The Psychic Reader
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