Lyrics

I recall how the matrons would wish us well From an astroturfed lawn overtop of the pits of hell I swore I'd not salivate no matter how much I loved the bell But with a merciless chime I am back here beneath its spell I don't ever wanna feel that way again I don't wanna find myself stuck in your debt The heirlooms of a maniac I give them back I marked the spot where I buried the hatchet then With the crack of a snare I am back here with herе shovel in hand I'll draw my boiling blood to the tip of a fountain pen Thrust it deep in thе heart of the crumbling promised land I don't ever wanna feel that way again I don't wanna find myself stuck in your debt The heirlooms of a maniac I give them back If I ever find myself back here again It'll be to take your toll for the river Styx To steal the coins off of your eyes And wave goodbye Take this city citadel [?] Down to the marketplace to sell By the ocean view If bolts that crash and blaze and strike Unzip that whole troublesome sky If it rains for forty days and nights I won't drown with you I won't drown with you This is not a clash of civilizations It's a clash of barbarism and civilization