Cocksoldiers And Their Postwar Stubble
If you could imagine this
You're not to blame
This is one thing that you missed
I know it's not the same
Bend your rules in healing halls
Poisoned rain
Of the scavenger of sports
That you found to be insane
Realize the entertainment
Rise above the self-containment
Compromise will be the arrangement
For the cocksoldiers
And their postwar stubble
And dream tonight
repeat all but the second part.
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your golden lies feed my role
in this forgotten space race under my control
who's returned from the dead?
who remains (just to spit it in your face)
you know that i don't want you and i never did
i don't want you and i never will
you wanted far more than i was worth
and you think i was scared yeah
and you needed proof
who really cares anymore?
who restrains (just to spit it in your face)
you know that i don't love you and i never did
i don't want you and i never will
waahhh
in this forgotten space race under my control
who's returned from the dead?
who remains (just to spit it in your face)
you know that i don't want you and i never did
i don't want you and i never will
you wanted far more than i was worth
and you think i was scared yeah
and you needed proof
who really cares anymore?
who restrains (just to spit it in your face)
you know that i don't love you and i never did
i don't want you and i never will
waahhh