to begin + our earthly man-made hell to end, as your concrete temples crumble to the ground, all who planned your demise will gather + watch. celebrate + dance
Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance
And our hero's grown He's a professional musician With a band of his own Hadn't had much luck With the girls that he meets Love is giving him a case
