Lyrics

Serfs? Saloon



Punch another black hole, make it shine

While the acts act familiar

Tried to try, tried cause everyone tries

And I?ll go back to Thistledew Vine



Put in place, maybe everyone?s right

Seems my best is but commonsense

Pulling statues down, kick in their sides

Wondering what they keep smiling at



Missions were never planned right

And never revised to set sail under rippleless skies

That reflect our providence



Standing still as the bullets fly by

Let a dime fall and count their time

To The Keep, to the stones, to the vines

Where we hang from the shoulders of giants



Missions were never planned right

And never revised to set sail under rippleless skies

That reflect our providence



Shake up the stairs with no crutch

Caught by a rafter?s clutch

Cradled by falling to soon

And a stage turns room

By a curtain?s movement

A serfs? saloon



We?re the kings and the queens and the mimes

And we?ll rule fair at Thistledew Vine