how can we be friends
they don't love us
three minutes and not even a damn
well it wasn't much to expect anyways
I sing prettier
barefoot
walking on rocks
do the moans of the devils
and their lovesick blues
outweigh the choirs angels
three minutes to receive me
to make me one of your own
a merry band of travelers
set out on the road
a last hoorah of bachelors
the women
the moan