Lyrics
We can pick, we can choose
We can make moves no matter what they lose
We could be right, we could be wrong
We can make mistakes, our reign is long
'Cause gentlemen, I believe everything happens for reasons
Just look at the seasons
And here, we've been divined
Roots entrenched in time-honored traditions which we all can malign
We have the rights
A man was dying, a child was born
(Take him for everything, take him for everything)
Yes, following form
We will pick his carcass clean
But first, there is one thing on which we must agree
(Official decree)
On the one hand, we could starve the child
On the other hand, we can let the elder die
How to keep the flow of food to hungry mouths?
On second thought, fuck 'em, they'll figure it out
You can lose your damned mind here in the hall of the guides
Win or lose, it's alright, you're in the hall of the guides
They talk of famine (No!), they talk of drought (No!)
They should be happy that anyone's hearing 'em out
Look at 'em whimper, look at 'em wheeze
Alienating the ones they are meant to appease
But their gratitudes all but default into platitudes
And they still suspect we'll give them more
They leave us wanting then perish, wondering why?
Waste not your time, fuck 'em, they'll shut up and die
You can lose our damned mind here at the hall of the guides
Win or lose, it's alright, you're at the hall of the guides
We can lose our damned minds here at the hall of the guides
Win or lose, it's alright, you're at the hall of the guides
We'll persist and endure, we'll maintain the status quo
(Our power is pure)
They'll resist, but we'll assure that nothing ever changes
(Still, we cast the lure)
Sure, bring them in with a lie (Welcome!)
We could always use another tithe
And time will pass, and time will pass, and time will pass
Waking in bliss might sound passé
When you're living in a paradise
The kind of place where you never have to work a day
Passing the time with what you crave
'Cause you know anything you need can be provided when you want it
We want a lot, so they've gotta give
What could you fear for with walls as high as these?
If you can't see beyond your windows
It's hard to find the room to care for, oh, anything
But we want it all
And if they've got something to give
They're gonna give it all, if they still got the will to live
There always will be a cream of the crop
(And we're never getting off the top)
A pick of the litter (You know we've got to be)
The chosen righteous few who've come prepared with what they've inherited
What have you? (What have you? What have you?)
What have you? (What have you? What have you?)
They've saved their whole lives so they can, someday
Live a little like we do for one day
But if you get to see just how sweet life could be
Oh, it'll be hard for them to find the room to care for anything on returning
And if there's something left to give
They gotta give it all, if they still got the will to live
There always will be a cream of the crop
(And we're never getting off the top)
A pick of the litter (You know we've got to be)
The chosen righteous few who've come prepared with what they've inherited
But what have you?
Nothing
We can't see beyond our windows but we deal in everything
Pay no mind which way the wind blows 'cause we can weather anything
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Left, right, slide to the back
Hop to the right, now kick and clap (Yeah!)
Hands to the sky and a shake of the knees
Praise in his number: XCV
Left, right, slide to the back (Yeah!)
Hop to the right, now kick and clap
Now, hands to the sky and a shake of the knees (Yeah!)
Praise in his number: XCV (Yeah!)
