Oh stick around and take it in

The more you see the closer we'll be

I visualize us falling from the towers of the 20th century

Where people are in magazines and video their sleeping casually

Where a cast of iron children are contemplating anarchy

I'm talking soul years

I'm talking about the soul years

I'm talking soul years

The seed that fell on stoned ground has risen now

And needs to be reused

And patients with their minds undone

Will need to have their living years decreased

The telephones are screaming

As the whole metallic structure starts to burn

Which goes to show the more you know

The more you still have to learn

I'm talking soul years

Rm talking about the soul years

I'm taking soul years

I'm talking about the soul years

Repeat chorus

The missionaries have all gone

The patent leather nuns have come to sing

The matadors are drowned in blood

The bull has won I knew he would be king

The disappointed drunken hordes

Are ravaging the daughters of the state

Another fitting end to a beautiful and sunny summer day

I'm talking soul years

I'm talking about the soul years

I'm taking soul years

I'm talking about the soul years