Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms (x10)

I'll invite truth of lust and hair

The teachings never turned out right

Crash land down on a mission (now)

the teachings never turned out right

I will give you my eye

The teachings never turned out right



Well we, we come, down from...



Men from the boys, boys from the men (x4)



Out of the factory

Out on a hospital bed

The city needs my friend

The city loves you