William Patrick Corgan - Mandarynne lyrics

Chinois faces, to arms we sleep Gaslight ages presume a mortal thief Unstrung the feathers on waxing soon For everyone pitching back Tout le monde, it's just like that I'm fancy free on Eerie street Guess you're with me Sure, we're gonna make it alone No one can break us and own This sullen pair, the dagger queer The opry bests, the vested gears Since ghosts tend to wait on home to do their bleeding Chanois faces, with cast aglow Stake the races that roll pure dynamos Servile like potters, the vanquished boast Of everyone that's carried back Tout le monde, it's just like that! There's no appeal, no deco zeal No grand design Sure, we're gonna make it alone No one can break us and own A purse that flows, and failing east It's you that knows this moving feast Skyward, look for what's left Friends recess, fresh heirs disown Gaslight at home, where there's a known unknown