Disparaged

Souvenir

Disparaged


Pretty little bastards now is the time 
The sky will open for the sun to burn 
Seeking after that sweet golden clime 
Where the traveller's journey is done 
Youth of delight - come and see the 
Opening morn image of truth - reborn 
They stumble all night over bones of 
The dead and wish to lead others 
When they should be led 
(lead Ralph&Tom) 
(lead Tom) 
That free love with bondage bound 
That does not freeze my bones around 
You can not bind another to his delight 
When you build a hell in heaven's despite 
Youth of delight - come and see the 
Opening morn image of truth - reborn 
They stumble all night over bones of 
The dead and wish to lead others 
When they should be led 
Selfish father of men lord of this bunch 
Of motherfuckers rise from your 
Slumberous mass to drive our thrist away 
Hear the voice of the faceless one 
But cherich pity for his multitude 
Youth of delight - come and see the 
Opening morn image of truth - reborn 
They stumble all night over bones of 
The dead and wish to lead others 
When they should be led 
We are the nails driven into the cross 
We're only a souvenir it's worth a thought 
Not to be a slave to human fault so till 
Our last breath let's dwell in our lonely cell