Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Verse

An address to the golden door

I was strumming on a stone again

a tragic opera in my mind...

and it told of a new design

in which every soul is duty bound

to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies

 the fatal flaw of the red age

Chorus

 Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt

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

 and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time

Verse

So we burned all our uniforms

and let nature take its course again

and the big ones just eat all the little ones

that send 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.