Just like an elephant memory
He comes and never fades
She turned his stomach upside down
And she played the queen of spades
They pistol-whipped an outcome, tossed a coin and called a draw
Threw a blanket on a flight of stairs and fasted up his jaw
We bang to break the drum
We rub the shine, we shine the light
We light the fuse, the fuse the powder
Cause the powder makes it right
We bang to break the shed
We shed the skin, we skin the bear
We bear the fall, we fall the towers
Cause the towers brings me there
The petals fall forever on Picadilly Lane
And the children take their medicine as they stand to watch the rain
The wagon wheels are made of cheese, the moon is made from grass
And the wicker drinks the water where the preacher screams for mass
We bang to break the drum
We rub the shine, we shine the light
We light the fuse, we the fuse the powder
Cause the powder makes it right
We bang to break the shed
We shed the skin, we skin the bear
We bear the fall, we fall the towers
Cause the towers brings me there
Nothing about us is flawless as the sirens in her mind
He broke apart her diary to +??
The carnival was sleeping
When the doves had gotten free
The treasure of the secret love is swallowing the key
We bang to break the drum
We rub the shine, we shine the light
We light the fuse, the fuse the powder
Cause the powder makes it right
We bang to break the shed
We shed the skin, we skin the bear
We bear the fall, we fall the towers
Cause the towers brings me there
The dead are all we have to set the worthiness of life
The angels smoke about the bridges sharpening the knife
The sedum was a sucker-punch from Michael to the Pope
The anti-mute wear muzzles and a necklace cut from rope
We bang to break the drum
We rub the shine, we shine the light
We light the fuse, the fuse the powder
Cause the powder makes it right
We bang to break the shed
We shed the skin, we skin the bear
We bear the fall, we fall the towers
Cause the towers brings me there
The Amish are patrolling over under angry stars
To the pilgrimage is set by men who stroke guitars
The moon upon the caravan is driving thunderheads
While the painter sings about his blues and chokes upon his red
We bang to break the drum
We rub the shine, we shine the light
We light the fuse, the fuse the powder
Cause the powder makes it right
We bang to break the shed
We shed the skin, we skin the bear
We bear the fall, we fall the towers
Cause the towers brings me there
We bang to break the drum
We rub the shine, we shine the light
We light the fuse, the fuse the powder
Cause the powder makes it right
We bang to break the shed
We shed the skin, we skin the bear
We bear the fall, we fall the towers
Cause the towers brings me there