The virgins are on fire
and this is war
a war fought with flowers and cigarette smoke

I really wish it was this way
Although, a man can dream can’t he?
It’s a harsh reality he comes to find
when he awakens from his fearless, faithless, rest

The virgins are put to death
and peace within itself
comes from process of ******, theft, and greed

but it doesn’t have to be that way

the jesters could still entertain the royals
the old folk could still toss their bread to the birds
and the man on the street could still make a decent living

It’s all attainable
It’s nothing but a state of mind
It all could stay