Virile

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Aah On the long hike through Blue ridge mountains I can feel the earth Overtaking my skin And I realize now That none of this matters 'Cause I will return To dust and matter Cheers to the patriarchs And the marble arch Playin' their part The gatekeeper's march Desperate for passing graves The virility fades You've got the wrong guy You wanna slip right in Amp up the masculine You've got the wrong idea, son Dear son We pick our own prisons To stake dominion over all that one surveys Is the virile kind of way Play to the course And the noise Played the part That can't keep us loved Just before passing graves The virility fades You've got the wrong guy You wanna fit right in Amp up the masculine You've got the wrong eye Too much is not enough Too much is not enough You've got the wrong eye Tearsome death, oh And you pick your own prison You want dominion to make minions of the stars Made up of what you are Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You're all, all, all, all, all, all Just before passing graves The virility fades You've got the wrong guy You wanna fit right in Amp up the masculine You've got the wrong eye Tearsome