Beliefs & Thieves

anarchy at the flying j, the Queen is dead and will you prey, while the pope of mopes at Mickey d’s eating a Big Mac.

Now I try, I try my best but I still just stand conceded. Nobody wins if we all just stand defeated.

Back where I come from the boss checked out, now the prodigal son’s singing death or glory without fucking any nuns.

Now I try, I try my best but I still just stand conceded. Nobody wins if we all just stand defeated.

There’s petty crimes in the New York Times. Selling snake oil across the headlines.

Beliefs and thieves, Barons, profits, priests. It’s heavens gate as far as I can see.

Now the brothers that we all love have finally stopped pissing off. How the dominoes fell with deception.

Beliefs and thieves.

There’s petty crimes in the New York Times. Selling snake oil across the headlines.

Beliefs and thieves, Barons, profits, priests. It’s heavens gate as far as I can see.

So bury me with democracy. Burn it down with the bylines. Heaven knows you’re miserable. Stop crying your heart to me.