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
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