Dan Bejar - Savage Night At the Opera lyrics

A savage night at the opera Another savage night at the club Let's face it, old souls like us are being born to die! It's not a war 'til someone loses an eye! Yes, I'm familiar with your scene Some would say, shockingly uptight 21-gun salute to the Fallen Birds Of The Sky I heard their record, it's alright… Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value… Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value… Hey, Mystic Prince Of The Purlieu At Night! I heard your record, it's alright… You'll never guess just what I've seen… A horse abandoned midstream… Quatrain etched on a dirtpile… Quatrain etched, hey that's your style! You'll never guess just where I've been… A life abandoned midstream… Quatrain etched on a turnstile… Just set the loop and then go wilder…