Broken Breads

I could have it

Without with the whores and their buggies

I suppose their father knows best

Where the wind goes

You could always see into the dark for miles around

My job was to try and make a sound

Then I heard the call of

I heard the call to

Screaming "I don't wanna"

I saw the girls

The new world minstrels

Whispering "I don't wanna"

Tormented kings

Your children of the earth sing

Under an embalmed clear sky

Under an embalmed clear sky

I foresee that you'll be weakened

The children of your cash

I can tell you can't live without it

Who was I to come between a whore and her money?

Yes there is a war

Boys versus girls

Clowns versus their curls

I invested well

And heavily into your antics

I requested suicide blonde

Loudly

Yes there is a war

Its much like the one I've been waiting for

Boys versus girls

Clowns versus their curls

I heard the call of

I heard the call to

Screaming "I don't wanna"

I saw the pearls

The new world minstrels

Whispering "I don't wanna"

Tormented kings

Your children of the earth sing

Under an embalmed clear sky

Under an embalmed clear sky

I heard the call of

I heard the call to

Screaming "I don't wanna"

I saw the pearls

The new world minstrels

Whispering "I don't wanna"

Tormented kings

Your children of the earth sing