The Two Dead Boys Chariot, The

The situations progressed
We built this city on rock and roll
It's my only regret
But bad is never good till there's worse

Scatter the ash of our homes
At the advisor's request
They suggest that we blame someone else

And we all say nothing more
Lay down your hands over your eyes
Our hearts don't beat like before
Bathing in the river of half hearted souls

Take me away from everything

We gathered wings of an angel
And we flew up to the gates to be with God
But when we got to the sun
We lost our wings up to the flames
And sold our souls to the devil
The red devil

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