Dark past ancient time You must fight to stay alive Blasphemy there is no God Who would help against the mob And in this chaos a baby is born To be
Don't look at me with your bedroom eyes That used to promise me so much You won't change my mind I'll leave despite your tender touch I was the jester
There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin for many poor boys And me, oh God, I'm one The only thing a gambler
Sunny Wednesday noon In the crowded city Mother's out for shopping Children on their hands Business went as usual At Tati's discount But joy became horror
Going to church on Sunday And you don't know why Holy priests are praying But they all feign and lie Judas' wearing cassocks Pious should one be They
I was looking for love When I first saw your face Pretty little boy full of grace I swore my love would last for all time Never thought you would treat
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are chosen in panic But why one without emotions? Machine has taken over man Technicians rule our land Together we must stay against the wardance Keep