Lucean,   Im so tired of flesh and blood   My lord has grown so vile   Shamefullness descends upon the shoulders   Kicking the corpse untill the fun wares off      Bleeding septums and S41   Talking needs to the sun comes up   Rich boys they just need a hand or hand down   From papa      Wouldnt it be too divine   With a start, middle and an end   Wouldnt it be too divine    If we could see a way out      Wouldnt it be too divine   With a start, middle and an end   Wouldnt it be too divine    If we could see a way out      Theres a blizzard in the after hours bars   Raining my way down the strand   Who are these fags in the red bow ties   ruining it for the rest of us      Self content for the young, the younger beset   that hirstoy will always eat itself   Rich boys they just need a hand    or a good old fashioned war      Wouldnt it be too divine   With a start, middle and an end   Wouldnt it be too divine    If we could see a way out      Wouldnt it be too divine   With a start, middle and an end   Wouldnt it be too divine    If we could see a way out