Album : Zeitgeist
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It's four o'clock in the morningWe're still putting the world to rightsThe whiskey's started talkingThere's a fire in your eyesConspiracy lies heavyIn every word you breatheContentious bones - widely knownWatering the seedsBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowYou know that I won't stop you when you goIt's five o'clock in the morningAnd you're glad to be aliveThe booze has finished workingThe world is on your sideIt's clear to see the tyrannyWas all some kind of plotYou secretly confide in meWhere there's brass there's muckBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowYou know that I won't stop you when you goBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowI hope that you can make it on your ownIt's six o'clock in the morningThere's nowhere left to hideNow we've seen the dawn inAll that's left is our good-byesIt's hard to see the sanityIn what we call our livesSometimes it seems that you just needTo follow what's insideBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowYou know that I won't stop you when you goBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowI hope that you can make it on your own
It's four o'clock in the morningWe're still putting the world to rightsThe whiskey's started talkingThere's a fire in your eyesConspiracy lies heavyIn every word you breatheContentious bones - widely knownWatering the seedsBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowYou know that I won't stop you when you goIt's five o'clock in the morningAnd you're glad to be aliveThe booze has finished workingThe world is on your sideIt's clear to see the tyrannyWas all some kind of plotYou secretly confide in meWhere there's brass there's muckBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowYou know that I won't stop you when you goBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowI hope that you can make it on your ownIt's six o'clock in the morningThere's nowhere left to hideNow we've seen the dawn inAll that's left is our good-byesIt's hard to see the sanityIn what we call our livesSometimes it seems that you just needTo follow what's insideBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowYou know that I won't stop you when you goBe sure to send a postcardWhen you get there let me knowI hope that you can make it on your own
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