Clara would be proud to know us We've taken it to the end Where the gray turns to black And where the white just begins- We live every day on the water The night just kills the pain From the suffering that was We are no stranger-we are dust- Down in the crown we're down on our knees Wanna get out but don't wanna succeed We're the red-eyed legends of the night before We're the dead mind babies of the T.V. war- Living in rectory of sin Against the currents we all swim Cageless wonders of sometime when The paper lion's chase will end-