When the instant city bleeds the old stones will shift and the brides will tell of an empire of grain that went to the rats they'll remember well I've got a thing or two I wanna give to you again I see a real baby blue not yet glued to you again come on down emitting dimensions are swallowing you I picked a room with a view under the stars good men how do you wait like factory ham on an inchworm train? bad men how will you steal another good day with an episode of pain? I've got a thing or two I wanna give to you again I've seen a real baby blue not yet glued to you again come on down emitting dimensions are swallowing you I picked a room with a view under the bushes