The Rohan Theatre Band - Perfect World текст песни

Death to all the children who have never learned to sleep,
And to parents who make promises they're never going to keep,
Let him trample every stranger who has never sought to fit,
And ride rough-shod over preachers who believes their God is 'it'
Every man who lacks conviction, every girl without a heart,
Every womanly seduction, every soul that lives off hate
Every dreamer without consequence, every man who thinks he's free
Then we'll have a perfect world where everyone's like me!

To the man who worships money may his life's possessions burn,
May the world come tumbling down around his egotistic purse,
May his nemesis come stalking leading death upon a cart,
May he scare the poor man shitless before tearing out his heart,
To the rude and the abusive I offer up this curse,
May their tongues swell up with cancer and their mouths contort and burst,
Let death walk around among us and take every man he sees,
I'll be hiding in the darkness so he won't be taking me.

Let death open up an office,
Let the madmen lead the blind,
Let them in with smiling faces as their dreams run out of time,
Let him gather every hypocrite, each sycophant and thief,
And then we'll have a perfect world where everyone's like me!

To the tragically deluded may their words all fall apart,
May their feet continue dancing while the wolves devour their heart,
May their houses fill with water and their cities fall to ruin,
May the lava flow like honey down the hillsides where they run,
To those who won't ask questions may their heads turn inside out,
May their eyes be ever open as they're buried underground,
Let death call on every one of them and drive them underneath,
And then we'll have perfect world where everyone like me!

Let death open up an office,
Let the madmen lead the blind,
Let them in with smiling faces as their dreams run out of time,
Let him gather every hypocrite, each sycophant and thief,
And then we'll have a perfect world where everyone's like me!