The Dear Hunter - The Revival lyrics
[The Dear Hunter - The Revival lyrics]
It took a little longer than we hoped
But it was worth it
You know, it takes a village
To raise a scheme
To patch the holes of a mausoleum
Well, we’re packing in the patronage
Like it's a lotto (and everybody wins)
Now take a seat so the show can start
And will you welcome these works of art?
Isn’t she beautiful?
No? Maybe another one here could entertain
Ah, yes
We swear that every minute's worth the wait
Hey! It's a cry you can’t contain
A release you couldn’t estimate
And the secret's safe as long as you pay
It's so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it
Last call for the Sunday
Squaws and there's no
Room left for the hem and haw
We’ll give a gift long overdue and
Make a sultan out of you that’s right, yeah
Any troglodyte can have a life in
The party as a socialite
Or if you’re looking to efface
You can retire without a trace
Don’t you bother with doubt
Hey! It's a cry you can’t contain
A release you couldn’t estimate
But the secret's safe as long as you pay
It's so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it
Another candidate for giving her bruises
Another night that she’ll dissociate
Another man who thinks the rules
Don’t apply to him
Another candidate for giving her bruises
Another night that she’ll dissociate
Long was this road I’ve wandered
But short did my temperance live
Here I’ve helped him build a temple
To deify this czar of sin
Now who to blame but I for tying
These knots so well at my wrists?
The noose would surely find me
If I’m too wily
But what of the life I’d live?
The sale of a soul that falls
As foolish as young Esau
It's better if I withdraw
Hey! It's a cry you can’t contain
A release you couldn’t estimate
But the secret's safe as long as you pay
It's so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it
But it was worth it
You know, it takes a village
To raise a scheme
To patch the holes of a mausoleum
Well, we’re packing in the patronage
Like it's a lotto (and everybody wins)
Now take a seat so the show can start
And will you welcome these works of art?
Isn’t she beautiful?
No? Maybe another one here could entertain
Ah, yes
We swear that every minute's worth the wait
Hey! It's a cry you can’t contain
A release you couldn’t estimate
And the secret's safe as long as you pay
It's so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it
Last call for the Sunday
Squaws and there's no
Room left for the hem and haw
We’ll give a gift long overdue and
Make a sultan out of you that’s right, yeah
Any troglodyte can have a life in
The party as a socialite
Or if you’re looking to efface
You can retire without a trace
Don’t you bother with doubt
Hey! It's a cry you can’t contain
A release you couldn’t estimate
But the secret's safe as long as you pay
It's so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it
Another candidate for giving her bruises
Another night that she’ll dissociate
Another man who thinks the rules
Don’t apply to him
Another candidate for giving her bruises
Another night that she’ll dissociate
Long was this road I’ve wandered
But short did my temperance live
Here I’ve helped him build a temple
To deify this czar of sin
Now who to blame but I for tying
These knots so well at my wrists?
The noose would surely find me
If I’m too wily
But what of the life I’d live?
The sale of a soul that falls
As foolish as young Esau
It's better if I withdraw
Hey! It's a cry you can’t contain
A release you couldn’t estimate
But the secret's safe as long as you pay
It's so good to be so bad
You can leave it when you walk away
And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it