Luna Damien - Central Bulletward lyrics

CENTRAL BULLETWARD 5 MUDDLEWOOD, NW 666999 There is the land of beauty Against the pit of hate The boulevard that lies between Is called ‘The Rabbit Hole' You'll never know our stories We're all banned from your state Except the fiddler on the roof The one who takes the souls I hear him playing in the night CLICK-CLICK, BANG-BANG Trumpets in the end Feel the sudden touch of the bone hand CLICK-CLICK, BANG-BANG Trumpets in the end Feel the sudden touch of the bone hand A palace of all pleasures A dungeon of all sins The boulevard that lies between Is called ‘The Looking Gla**' The garbage and the treasure They can't be mixed by any means But there's a man whose guns tell tales And wonders come to pa** I hear him playing in the night