And I've forgotten that
We swung the Roman night
Marched us from here to there
Cutting down all who dared protest

When the graves were full
Old karmas came ashore
For business like a jackal
Trots upon the heels of war

Under a former guise
We were an Aztec bride
Til from my family's nape
We were plucked like a little grape
New York around our necks
Part of the pyramid steps
The priest and his pious art
Cut out our still beating heart

When we were younger still
We marched the happy hills of
Grand Tanzanian greens
Fat from the cactus cream
The clear blue stream to swim where
Once on some boyhood whim we
Followed it for three days and
Met not one soul along the way, no
The Sun poured over me and I answered to nobody
Now in this new-found life
All the screens are very bright
Headed us from here and back
Ever aiming to distract
I watched you from outside
Trying to catch your lonesome eye
Going way unseen
I marched on my own dark dream

And oh, the disappointment
Oh ohwoahoh, shit’s a coinflip
And I get so tired of faking it
And I get so tired not quite making it
And I get so tired of faking it
And I get so tired not quite making it