The Church - Anyway lyrics

Empires crumble in the distance

Conspiracy Theory, Timothy Leary
None of this is good for my soul
Salamander extravaganza
What if I sing like Mario Lanza?

Anyway in my own way
I don't make sense any more
It's so hard to fake one lucky break
Cocaine and cake young Master Morris had a
Closet in the forest
But where were the bears when

He let down his hair
Pieces of ice dragging over the windscreen
Look out Wonderland we're bursting
Through the black screen

Anyway in my own way
I don't make sense any more
It's so hard to fake one lucky break
Cocaine and cake

Millions of consumers are lost in the rumours
Overhead the weather () along their leathers
Fighting real fires with the
Rabbis and the friars
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker

You know that all of them are users
None of them are takers
Making Sunday music with their
Tom-toms and their shakers

Anyway in my own way
I don't make sense any more
It's so hard to fake one lucky break
Champagne and cake

Anyway in my own way
I don't make sense any more