Lyrics

Cutting the smooth connective tissue On and on and on The rude dissecting issues Raids before the dawn On and on and on Deluded thoughts of prescience Never been so wrong It's on and on and on So lose your soul to strangers On and on and on The mood is winter western It's on and on Consume your weight in anger Be useful serfs and pawns The mood is winter western It's on and on and on and on Invoke the code of winners A culture of success The smoking gun of sinners No room for second best On and on and on The troubadour of pressure Have you for a song So lose your soul to strangers On and on and on The mood is winter western It's on Consume your weight in anger Be useful serfs and pawns The mood is winter western It's on and on and on and on And on and on and on and on