Lyrics

We found the treasure but how do we spend it? What use is it to us today? Where I lie the madness swirling Aall around carried away There are angels in the story You can see, you can see I wonder if you see The same as me? There are angels in the story You can see, you can see I wonder if you see The same as me? Lines on maps, lines of wire Hope and pray no-one tries To leave their holes to come and save us Still in silence wait and die And I wonder what visions You will see, you will see I wonder if you'll see The same as me And I wonder what visions You will see, you will see I wonder if you'll see The same as me We named the guns, the manufacturer The towns and countries they are made Deep in the mud historical footprints The national treasures of their age And it's really just a story That's been sold, that's been sold It's really just a story That's been sold Yes, it's really just a story That's been sold, that's been sold It's really just a story That's been sold I was tempted to believe Now I stand here in a daze over famous people's graves Brushing petals from the stones Get away from me you slimy pimp Well this isn't what you think You know you're guilty as hell So believe me when I tell you you're a free soul