Long Grows The List Of The Live And Dead Pretenders by Eleventh He Reaches London Lyrics
He needs help with his social conflictions made simple by the boy with no heart!
He needs a purpose so roll your eyes here comes the picture we drew
He needs a part, he needs love
He needs confidence, trust, grief and a home
He wants tragedy, he wants the post cum epiphany
Constrictors come join us in song!
Did I make entropy rife between lovers, family and home?
Well I, I, I've got confetti all over myself
Did I drop the third person act to show you how real I can be?
Well I, I, I've never been real in my life
Killed by lust and the call for better social conditions
Oh bludgeoned Firefly, I could not save your life to illuminate the night and show the pathway home
So with no guiding light I'll take refuge in this cold cityscape
Then we'll throw a party but only orphans are welcome!
We'll drink a bottle of wine to get drunk then head back to the shelter!
And we'll need no one else, we'll raise these families of our own
On our own!
On our own!
We'll raise that union flag alone
Schooled in the private system
Publicans are paid to listen
So he sings in the loneliest hotel's hallways pretending they were his
Break, bind, heal and separate
One from romantics and two from idealists who signify all that I weigh
All that I weigh in worth as a father, a sibling, a son
By request of the old man that his body never lay out of ear shot of the town's bells
And through his words passed on at his funeral, "if it does, dig me up and burn me"
Burn it all and together we'll torch this portside town alive
Burn it down
With those ashes we'll make testament to the orphans
If they sing liberal chants and send you broke then nephew burn it down
If they sing stockade songs along the dock then nephew dig me up
We'll scream so loud you won't hear those fucking bells
I'll dig you up myself and fill that empty space
Long grows the list of the live and dead pretenders who could not see the world as a purpose without fate
So that's us for now
Thoroughly dead and buried neck deep in guilt with heads held high
I did not say a word because it hurts to sleep
Awake as the same disgrace you always were cause it hurts to feel
And this dynasty of repeated verse will destroy us first
Well that's where it ends
The destruction of love, life and home on a recording I can't afford
Learning to walk with one foot in front of the other
Goodbye from the depths of my Fremantle heart
He needs a purpose so roll your eyes here comes the picture we drew
He needs a part, he needs love
He needs confidence, trust, grief and a home
He wants tragedy, he wants the post cum epiphany
Constrictors come join us in song!
Did I make entropy rife between lovers, family and home?
Well I, I, I've got confetti all over myself
Did I drop the third person act to show you how real I can be?
Well I, I, I've never been real in my life
Killed by lust and the call for better social conditions
Oh bludgeoned Firefly, I could not save your life to illuminate the night and show the pathway home
So with no guiding light I'll take refuge in this cold cityscape
Then we'll throw a party but only orphans are welcome!
We'll drink a bottle of wine to get drunk then head back to the shelter!
And we'll need no one else, we'll raise these families of our own
On our own!
On our own!
We'll raise that union flag alone
Schooled in the private system
Publicans are paid to listen
So he sings in the loneliest hotel's hallways pretending they were his
Break, bind, heal and separate
One from romantics and two from idealists who signify all that I weigh
All that I weigh in worth as a father, a sibling, a son
By request of the old man that his body never lay out of ear shot of the town's bells
And through his words passed on at his funeral, "if it does, dig me up and burn me"
Burn it all and together we'll torch this portside town alive
Burn it down
With those ashes we'll make testament to the orphans
If they sing liberal chants and send you broke then nephew burn it down
If they sing stockade songs along the dock then nephew dig me up
We'll scream so loud you won't hear those fucking bells
I'll dig you up myself and fill that empty space
Long grows the list of the live and dead pretenders who could not see the world as a purpose without fate
So that's us for now
Thoroughly dead and buried neck deep in guilt with heads held high
I did not say a word because it hurts to sleep
Awake as the same disgrace you always were cause it hurts to feel
And this dynasty of repeated verse will destroy us first
Well that's where it ends
The destruction of love, life and home on a recording I can't afford
Learning to walk with one foot in front of the other
Goodbye from the depths of my Fremantle heart