Lyrics

It was all a dream in some far flung foolish fever, baby Lie to me, make me a believer In a fantasy of the hand upon the lever being mine And if all trash goes to heaven, then I'll fantasize If it's not finally over, then I still have time And if every day's the hottest day I'm gonna dance upon the melting ice So what are we waiting for? The martinet to dole out what's rightly ours? What are we waiting for? Word to come down thе mountain to align the stars? The last to know die slow Burn bеneath the brazen bull of history And stomp your feet to the clacking shut of pillories And feel the beat of the whetstone to the guillotine tonight Give them their roses, they tried so hard Bathe them in stagelight, award gold stars Why the fuck are you crying? Is this not the world you had us marching toward? So what are we waiting for? The martinet to dole out what's rightly ours? What are we waiting for? Word to come down the mountain to align the stars? The last to know die slow Maybe it suits me more than it ever will become me Maybe we don't have to worry Maybe it's not that bad But if it keeps us from feasting on the rot we are reaping Maybe it's worth keeping Maybe it's all we have Maybe it's all we have Maybe it's all we have Maybe it's all