The Minotaur

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The Drones - Rock, Noise Rock

The Minotaur

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[Verse 1] They come, they go, they never do not go They come, they see, they conquer then they leave With man-eating beliefs, superior of death With lineage and myth and a half-heartedness at birth [Verse 2] And I have the same old dream about a tunnel by my bed From where the stench of shit of minotaurs yawns like lewd and evil breath But instinct and a map has set to work inside my head Instead of shedding tears, I've learned to drink and piss instead [Chorus] They come, they go, they never do not go And, Lord, they come, they see, they conquer then they leave I am in Rome, and I am going to the games I see the gulf Oh, and it's going to bore my name into the [Verse 3] Green, green grass, the catwalks of the past My head is like an oven as I rest it in my palms We were just standing on the beach when a bull rose from the surf I said, "Show him the back door, my dear, he'll only paw the turf" [Verse 4] Three seasons came and went, tracksuits found the dispossessed My wife had other plans and now a bastard surfs the web There's nothing she can do, he does not talk, he does not move He spends all day looking at porn or playing fucking Halo 2 [Chorus] They come, they go, they never do not go And, Lord, they come, they see, they conquer then they leave I am in Rome, and I am going to the games I am the last to find my seat, I'm standing at the gate [Bridge] An intermission comes and nerves are touched and smokes are screened It's on a pack of cigarettes along with all our faults and memes and it says Veni, vidi, vici, veni Veni, vidi, vici, veni [Outro] And it says, veni, vidi, vici Veni, vidi, vici Veni, vidi, vici Veni, vidi, vici Veni, vidi, vici Veni, vidi, vici Veni, vidi, vici

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Credits

Writers
  • Gareth Liddiard
  • Fiona Kitschin
  • Dan Luscombe
  • Mike Noga