Where have all the people gone
Whose lives are no longer of use to them?
But this system by its habit forming myths
But this single file is so contagious
Black eyes breed gossip like
These perverse and perversions alike
Just like this perverse and perversions
Hibernate while you're still young
You are getting older
So much older
So much older than you think still
Not far but years away
Your hands'll snake out in a serpent smile
Crank the tap.
Itch.
Brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the people gone
Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch
“I'll travel anywhere I like"
He says "I'll travel anywhere I please.”
Your guns, big guns, suck life.
These perverse and perversions alike
Just like this perverse and perversions
Hibernate while you're still young
You are getting older
So much older
So much older than you think still
Not far but years away
Your hands'll snake out in a serpent smile
Crank the tap.
Itch.
Brimming with suspicions
The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the trumpets gone,
that played us "la-da da-da-daaa"?
There are some lyrics missing. It should be:
Where have all the people gone Whose lives are no longer of use to them? But this system by its habit forming myths But this single file is so contagious Black eyes breed gossip like These perverse and perversions alike Just like this perverse and perversions
Hibernate while you're still young You are getting older So much older So much older than you think still Not far but years away Your hands'll snake out in a serpent smile
Crank the tap. Itch. Brimming with suspicions The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the people gone Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch “I'll travel anywhere I like" He says "I'll travel anywhere I please.” Your guns, big guns, suck life. These perverse and perversions alike Just like this perverse and perversions
Hibernate while you're still young You are getting older So much older So much older than you think still Not far but years away Your hands'll snake out in a serpent smile
Crank the tap. Itch. Brimming with suspicions The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the trumpets gone, that played us "la-da da-da-daaa"?
The priest’s on the boat And hell is on its way