Lyrics:

Hate recreated A revelation Uh listen to me I'll tell you I'm about to run The ceiling's are undone Specialized victories For overage whores I felt up your feelings And they left me no more time To see what I want to find Believe-- let it go And leave--The shots in closing Believe--Discretion grove For it's time To go there Yea there's time, there's time, there's time To go there Celt alcoholic Feeling past blue I'm tryin to get up From sending all my selves to you And in times I tilted truth Major Alfonso Mind up the gold THe ceremonial dead trees Told him all that he could do And it's all we do to run, run, run, You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship On an insane raid Just crash our wind on a manic bay Distract the wind on a manic bay Scratch the wind on a manic Bay