I could have lived without
The whores and their monies
I suppose that father knows best
Where the wind blows

You could always see into the dark for miles around
My job was to try and make a sound
Then I heard the call of
I heard the call
Kids screaming, "I don't wanna"

I saw the girls
The new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't wanna"

Tormented kings
Your children of the earth sing
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
Under an embalmed clear sky
Under an embalmed clear sky

I foresee that you'll be weakened
The children of New York, gosh and
I can tell you can't live without it
Who was I to come between a whore and her money?
Yes, there is a war
Boys versus girls
Clowns versus their curls

Da, da, da, da, da, da

I invested well
And heavily into your antics
I requested suicide blonde
Loudly
Yes there is a war
It's much like the one I've been waiting for
Boys versus girls
Clowns versus their curls

I heard the call of
I heard the call
Kids screaming, "I don't wanna"

I saw the pearls
The new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't wanna"

Tormented kings
Your children of the earth sing
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
Under an embalmed clear sky
Under an embalmed clear sky

I heard the call of
I heard the call
Kids screaming, "I don't wanna"

I saw the pearls
The new world minstrels
Whispering, "I don't wanna"

Tormented kings
Your children of the earth are singin'
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da, da

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Daniel Bejar