Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Verse
An address to the golden door
I was strumming on a stone again
a tragic opera in my mind...
and it told of a new design
in which every soul is duty bound
to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies
the fatal flaw of the red age
Chorus
Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time
Verse
So we burned all our uniforms
and let nature take its course again
and the big ones just eat all the little ones
that send us back to the drawing board.
In our darkest hours
we have all asked for some
angel to come
sprinkle his dust all around
but all our crying voices they can't turn it around
you've had some crazy conversations of your own.