So Says I - the Shins

An address to the golden door

I was strumming on a stone again

Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore

When hatched a tragic opera in my mind

And it told of a new design

In which every soul is duty bound

To uphold all the statutes of boredom, therein lies

The fatal flaw of the red age

Because it was nothing like we’d ever dreamt

Our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated

Because it made no money

Nobody saved no one’s life this time

So we burned all our uniforms

And let nature take its course again

And the big ones just eat all the little ones

Sent 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

We got rules and maps

And guns in our backs

But we still can’t just behave ourselves

Even if to save our own lives

So says I — We are a brutal kind, woah

'Cause this is nothing like we’d ever dreamt

Tell Sir Thomas More we’ve got another failed attempt

'Cause if it makes them money

They might just give you life this time