The Secret in Their Eyes

Lyrics

John Doe and I were out in Hollywood one night Until the wee small hours, just before daylight John told me a story about a kick fight That our friend Dennis had with an ingenue who Had been discovered by Alan Ladd, Jr It was all completely mad and complicated This cannot be overstated And we had enough Mezcal We were transported back in time So, at the moment they walked out of the woods We were out of our minds, and they were singing "God rest my troubled soul and give my poor heart ease" They were eating anthracite coal and drinking anti-freeze They had surrendered to the machine many long years ago And now a vampire was their queen, and an addict was their Pharoah They had surrendered to the machine without a shot being fired And now they don't know what they mean, but they are wired They don't believe in God and yet they fear him At least they have it half right as they sing their hymn "God rest my troubled soul, and give my poor heart ease Dig me out of this hole, take me out of this place please Take me up into the clouds, away from this pain and sorrow This disbelief, these angry crowds This misery, this world bizarro God rest my troubled soul, and give my poor heart ease God rest my troubled soul" Our brains are washed but they're not clean We dream other people's dreams Our brains are washed but they're not clean We dream other people's dreams God rest my troubled soul, and give my poor heart ease God rest my troubled soul