Looters' Follies

You can huff
And you can puff
But you'll never destroy that stuff

Finally, I see why
I suppose
Kids you better change your feathers
Cause you'll never fly
With those things
And these nights
The boys sing

Hello emptiness
I heard you're alright
I've heard you're alright
I've heard of you

A body, aching
Fragile and pale
Dark valleys
Houses trail
Why can't you see
That a life in art
And a life of mimicry
It's the same thing

The room was crowded
And though you couldn't care less about it
That much was true
That much

Another version of this
Minute to roam
To set fire to
Why did we stop fucking around?

You girls like gazelles
Grazed boys wearing bells
Blazed new trails in the south
I looked up
I looked around
A famous Toronto painter shot me down

Oh I've busted my ass
On these streets too long, he said
I set fire to the bed
And tore his gown

Felt some mercurial presence
Hitherto unknown
It was the sun
It was a stone
Crawling through blank space
It was that jewel-encrusted rogue
Getting in my face

Looked across the way
To the princess rooms
I saw brides and their grooms
I heard the sound of bells ring out

Cinders look back fondly upon a house on fire
When across an ocean we go
We row and we row and we tire

Now step out of the darkness and into the light
Yeah it's common knowledge
I've been doing alright
No I can't complain

On the east side, midwives
Lives go down the drain
All cause her babies are dying

I lifted the veil to see
Nature's trickery
Revealed as pure shit
From which nothing ever rose
Cause nothing ever could

I swear somewhere the truth lies within this wood
I swear looters' follies has never sounded so good
And win or lose, what's the difference?