Find me at the street we hide
We'll take a trip to the sunny side
Of the city with a knife that carves your luck
Make our way to the living noise
We sing our song to the Goldman boys
Who never had enough of anything
I was done with God
When people like you filled the heavens
Oh I'm done with it all
It's people like you who k** the better every time
To the fields of the young and drowned
Where love is lost and another found
To face the grey big world in a week or two
But we don't care, no we got our choice
And sing our song to the soldier toys
Who better forget soon whose side they're on
I was done with God
When people like you filled the heavens
Oh I'm done with it all
It's people like you who k** the better every time
And I ain't waiting for another day
I ain't waiting for another day
I ain't waiting for another day to go
I was done with God
When people like you filled the heavens
Oh I'm done with it all
It's people like you who k** the better every time
Every time
Every time
Every time
It's people like you who k** the better every time