Dust in the mouths of our wanderers A promise that we'll never quit So drunk though our hands are closely woven Entire fleets of staggering ships Now our ships lie in the floors of the ocean And the oceans bleach on the rich And the terrifying dreams of our wanderers That once lit our way and now hid We want punks in the palace âCause punks got the loveliest dreams And our gang is liquored and lovely And smart and sweet and lame And burn with a curious flame That spits and kicks and shines And trumpets play for Of awakened dreams Fly high Some times there's an (Are true) Abandoned baby (Some hearts are true) Who claims to help (Some hearts) Powers the province (Are true) Of impotent pricks (Some hearts) There ain't no arguing (Are true) But Sometimes there is (Some hearts) Policemen in parallel lines Blind blind blind The broken bonds of quivering pints While empty waters rise May the light of our stridence still shine Blind blind blind May the light of our stridence still shine May the light of our stridence still shine
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