Where do we go
We sold our homes
They were filled with holes
Ah ah ah
Tutankhamen, a funny case
Young fool, sick and rotten
The pure and chaste
Gold face of three millennia of wealth and misery
I meant to check with you, the plans you made:
Are they subject to a change?
I would've looked in solitude for validation
But baby, then you rang
You rang
And a light shined across my face
Ah ah ah
Tutankhamen, a funny case
Young fool, sick and rotten
The pure and chaste gold face of all there was
Now you know, you know the rain
It's coming
It's coming to stay
It'll wash away the warpath
You know the rain, it's coming
It's coming to stay
It'll wash away the warpath
You know the rain
It's coming
It's coming to stay
It's a shame to be a sunset
You know that rain
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Ah it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Ah it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Ah it's coming, it's coming
Ah
I should've seen it in its latent phase
But I was busy trying to hold back hate
I tried to
Look inside of you for validation
But baby, this ain't fate
It's late stage heartache in a cake
Ah ah ah
Tutankhamen, a funny case
Young fool, sick and rotten
The pure and chaste gold face of all there was
Now it's all there is
