Moscovium

They'd wake me up around dawn

Leaving the night spots they'd all haunt

With a sound like idiots hiking through a canyon

Blurry, bleary-eyed, mad the real world had survived

They'd flee daylight to hide out in their houses

And Ilya bred horses then

Cut ties with his old school friends like me

And wound up posted north of the Ivory Coast

With strict orders to breed a new battalion

Murderers

Murderers

Murderers

Murderers

High up in the ranges

On the salt flats of Groom Lake

Sits a hangar like a suitcase in an attic

Where insiders see things

That will forever haunt their dreams

Men that don't believe in gods or magic

And Eli broke horses there

Was friendly and known everywhere

But before he disappeared

He hit El Valle for a beer

And the waitress said his eyes

Looked kind of manic

Murderers

Murderers

Murderers

Murderers

Murderers

Murderers

Murderers

Murderers