A savage night at the opera
Another savage night at the club
Let's face it, old souls like us are being born to die
It's not a war till someone loses an eye
Yes, I'm familiar with your scene
Some would say shockingly uptight
Twenty one gun salute to the fallen birds of the sky
I heard their record, it's alright'
Hey, infinite sense of value
Hey, infinite sense of value
Hey, mystic prince of the purlieu at night
I heard your record, it's alright'
You'll never guess just what I've seen
A horse abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a dirt pile
Quatrain etched hey, that's your style!
You'll never guess just where I've been
A life abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a turnstile
Just set the loop and then go wild
