A savage night at the opera Another savage night at the club Let’s face it, old souls like us are being born to die It’s not a war till someone loses an eye
Yes, I’m familiar with your scene Some would say shockingly uptight 21-gun salute to the Fallen Birds Of The Sky I heard their record, it’s alright! Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value Hey, Mystic Prince Of The Purlieu At Night I heard your record, it’s alright!
You’ll never guess just what I’ve seen A horse abandoned midstream Quatrain etched on a dirt pile Quatrain etched, hey, that’s your style!
You’ll never guess just where I’ve been A life abandoned midstream Quatrain etched on a turnstile Just set the loop and then go wild