The Pessimist Hangs The Optimist - We Bow Our Heads | Текст песни

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Stand up/ walk out the door/ What is it that you're all so afraid of/ look in his eyes/ look close this time/ pupils replaced by dollar signs/ no more glossy whites/ sockets filled to the brim with the lies/ sleazy priest with one hand to the sky/ while the other is zipping down his fly/ he bows his head/ pleads for forgiveness/ blames the devil for his thoughts and actions/ lays down to rest/ turns out the lights/ plagued with one more lonely sleepless night/ left to wonder about the lives/ of all those choir boys that caught his eye/ we know what you really are/ white collar/ black robe/ and blacker heart...

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