Exiles

Shots are filled and boredom killed

The last chance purple of dawn

Pagan roads and catacombs

Lost on the way to the heart

Bar souls and shifty eyes

Grievances to the government

San Francisco, New York, New York

The best religion is faith in man

Too far along to live alone

Chasing a world to call your own

The sting of mortality

A reminder renewal only happens within

The damage has been determined

There's a different set of rules closing in

History repeats while the sick machine roars

Hustlers and wolves walk freely through the door

But when you go leave a smile on your face

We're exiles now pulling out of this place

Too far along to let alone

Chasing a world to call our own

Too far along to let alone

Chasing a world to call our own