 They're coming with their stories and they're coming with their wine They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign They're mapping every person's life, aligning every chart They've got a kitchen knife and a power cable poised against each heart
They say we are your morphine vision, we are your TV screen We are your chat show host, we are your magazine We've got trace elements in each fashion every trend So lets end this story kids see if you do it all again The resurrection men
They're watching all those people in the corporate oceans tide The choreography of commerce, the backhanders and the lies They're erasing all the figures, all the dollars, all the dreams They say you can always tell a suicide by the length of the scream
And we are your morphine vision, we are your other half We are your healthy living, we are your epitaph We've got your second chances dressed in an accident You want the next big bang then you can just send The resurrection men
The resurrection menThe resurrection men
They're coming with their bank books, they're collecting every fare From burning nights in Nagasaki, frozen days in Val-d'Isere And now the walls crumble round Downing Street and Capitol Hill Its only murder if you twist the knife with intent to kill
And they're coming with their butane, they're coming with their signs From the black and white divisions, the bloody wars and their front lines They fan the flames of degradation to a mariachi band 'Cause the crimes always committed using someone else's hand
And we are Your morphine vision, we are your sleepless nights We are your catechism, we are your final rites We've got your weakness pegged, each break and every bend You throw a tragedy we'll always attend The resurrection men The resurrection menThe resurrection menThe resurrection men
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