The Red Song

Pillaging, in the ancient times was commonplace
   (was commonplace)
was commonplace
   (was commonplace)
Pillaging, in our modern times has been replaced
   (has been replaced)
by the market place
   (by the market place)

Sell us your stories before your time runs out
   (the clock is ticking)
Speak of your glories before your blood dries up
   (your veins are dripping)
Sell us your stories before your time runs out
   (the clock is ticking)
Speak of your glories before your blood dries up
   (your veins are dripping)

Unwaivering, your strength and grace grows tiresome
   (grows tiresome)
grows tiresome
   (grows tiresome)
Unwaivering through time and space it’s been declared
   (it’s been declared)
you’ll be erased
   (you’ll be erased)

Sell us your stories before your time runs out
   (the clock is ticking)
Speak of your glories before your blood dries up
   (your veins are dripping)
Sell us your stories before your time runs out
   (the clock is ticking)
Speak of your glories before your blood dries up
   (your veins are dripping)

Seventeen until you die, scorching spoons and wondering why
Is it because you cannot cope, or were you just born without hope
Simple stories from the past allow us all to cry and laugh
And all that’s left is me and you, and we’re naked