Souvenir

Pretty little bastards now is the time
The sky will open for the sun to burn
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done
Youth of delight - come and see the
Opening morn image of truth - reborn
They stumble all night over bones of
The dead and wish to lead others
When they should be led
(lead Ralph&Tom)
(lead Tom)
That free love with bondage bound
That does not freeze my bones around
You can not bind another to his delight
When you build a hell in heaven's despite
Youth of delight - come and see the
Opening morn image of truth - reborn
They stumble all night over bones of
The dead and wish to lead others
When they should be led
Selfish father of men lord of this bunch
Of motherfuckers rise from your
Slumberous mass to drive our thrist away
Hear the voice of the faceless one
But cherich pity for his multitude
Youth of delight - come and see the
Opening morn image of truth - reborn
They stumble all night over bones of
The dead and wish to lead others
When they should be led
We are the nails driven into the cross
We're only a souvenir it's worth a thought
Not to be a slave to human fault so till
Our last breath let's dwell in our lonely cell