Savage Night at the Opera

A savage night at the opera

Another savage night at the club

Let’s face it, old souls like us are being born to die

It's not a war 'til someone loses an eye

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da

Yes, I’m familiar with your scene

Some would say, shockingly uptight

21-gun salute to the fallen birds of the sky

I heard their record, it’s alright

Hey, infinite sense of value

Hey, infinite sense of value

Hey, mystic prince of the Purlieu at night

I heard your record, it’s alright

Ah-ra-ram, bam-ba-dam, buh-ra-ra-dam

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da

You’ll never guess just what I’ve seen

A horse abandoned midstream

Quatrain etched on a dirtpile

Quatrain etched, hey, that’s your style

You’ll never guess just where I’ve been

A life abandoned midstream

Quatrain etched on a turnstile

Just set the loop and then go wilder

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da