Like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings
With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it
Like a fox to a burrow, like an eagle to an aerie
And my god, it's getting hard to even hum a single thing
[Chorus]
You were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again
[Verse 2]
See, my birds of a kind, they more and more are looking like
Centurions than any little messiah
And as I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine
I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but
[Verse 3]
My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline
From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream
Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams
It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that
[Chorus]
You were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again
And again and again
[Bridge]
When he comes a knocking at my door
What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord
When he comes a knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When he comes a knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
[Verse 1] Like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it Like a fox to a burrow, like an eagle to an aerie And my god, it's getting hard to even hum a single thing [Chorus] You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again [Verse 2] See, my birds of a kind, they more and more are looking like Centurions than any little messiah And as I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but [Verse 3] My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that [Chorus] You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again And again and again [Bridge] When he comes a knocking at my door What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in from the north What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord When he comes a knocking at my door What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in from the north What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When he comes a knocking at my door What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in from the north What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord Explain Request ×
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