Broken Breads

I could have lived without with the whores and their buggies.
I suppose that father knows best.
Where the wind blows, you could always see into the dark for miles around,
My job was to try and make a sound.
Then I heard the call of, I heard the call to, screaming "I don't wanna".
I saw the girls, the new world minstrels whispering "I don't wanna".
Tormented kings, your children of the earth sing under an embalmed clear sky,
Under an embalmed clear sky.

I foresee that you'll be weakened, the children of your cash,
And I can tell you can't live without it.
Who was I to come between a whore and her money?
Yes, there is a war: boys versus girls, clowns versus their curls.

I invested well and heavily into your antics,
I requested "Suicide Blonde" loudly.
Yes, there is a war, it's much like the one I've been waiting for:
Boys versus girls, clowns versus their curls.
I heard the call of, I heard the call to, screaming "I don't wanna".
I saw the pearls, the new world minstrels whispering "I don't wanna".
Tormented kings, your children of the earth sing under an embalmed clear sky,
Under an embalmed clear sky.
I heard the call of, I heard the call to, screaming "I don't wanna".
I saw the pearls, the new world minstrels whispering "I don't wanna".
Tormented kings, your children of the earth are singing...