Dissent of Man

Well let me bend your ear
Because I'm never really there
When shadows turns to light
And hope into despair

There was an only one
But the broody skies above
Brought down a shameful stain
And not a single drop of cleaning rain

Let me say
(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide

Well in this world of things
One of them is lost
I've been it in my dreams
But not without a cost

Down a lonely street
It was our destiny to meet
Nobody asked you twice
We found purchase then with no requite (nothing nice)

(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide

Would you believe in something good that's so wrong
And have you worshiped our invention
I've paid my debt in coin and sweat with trifling hesitation
Because the road to you is paved with good intentions

(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide

Hey angels fall down without warning
Cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves
She had a bullet proof mind and big pawn shop eyes
And nothing you could say would get to her

So don't look homeward angel from that rumble seat
I can strum twice and make it all go away
We'll tap every last drop until that beating stops
And let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun

We'll run because the devil in stitches only has his fun
Performing for the chosen one, we can run

She was living on the edge of a knife
His head was filled with restless ghosts
It's so easy to love a bringer of destruction
She said darling I love you madly

Black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window
Praying for a song to save her life
I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine
And let the devil come join us dancing

Across the yellow sun

We'll run while devil in stitches goes and has his fun
Performing for the chosen one we can run

Wild in the street like a formal procession (run)
Of love and deceit
I will carry you home like a bride from the wreckage
Here's your punch drunk cupid knocked clean out of his senses

I know he drove her out out to the brink
That's where they stood and looked down
Right then he made a decision
That's where they made a division
Declaring war on the weather

A reckless pact with forever
So come on and sing
Sing hallelujah
Right now

Smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame
In the place where no one knows me by my name

Where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
And fashion trips on tangled skein
If you need to slake that aching in your brain

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is

In the shadow of the valley
Where the nights are warm
We will fear no evil
When we get things done

Tap in, into the vain
We'll road trip and raise Cain
Down on the nickel
With a flame in the rain

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is

So jump in, into the frame
We're laughin' to hide the pain
It's not a riddle we're all a little, a little amazed

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is

He looked just like a zookeeper in a human zoo
So I said hey man how the hell did they get to you
Don't you know us animals need something to
Then I flew
That's when he said

Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right

So I took my mean machine to the sacramental post
Some kid had spilled his wine on the holiest host
And I said ain't it funny that machines need a ghost
He made a toast

Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right

Riding to the cemetery in a righteous limousine
I plied the grim proprietor with milk and tangerines
And I said so you're short but are you brutish and mean
Then he screamed
That's when he said

Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right

Stop them from shimmering away
On blank sidewalk glittering asphalt somewhere summer days
The wrong way kids were something more than friends
Navigating a sprawl without end

Did you ever want to take bad advice
Did you ever want to go and take it twice
Do you remember when the world began
To put up its thorny fence
Right, you are my friend
So what's wrong with them
There go the wrong way kids

Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh
And they call them the wrong way kids

The kids today are gone away petitioning the dust
With no one to look up to
Because they're looking up to us
Just misfit melancholy dregs gone lost in the mall
Wanderers to nowhere at all

Did you ever want to take bad advice
Did you ever want to go and take it twice
Do you remember when the world began
To put up its thorny fence
Right, you are my friend
So what's wrong with them
There go the wrong way kids

Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh
And they call them the wrong way kids

Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay
As your mind, left behind, lost another day
But finally there's someone to believe

Anti-social boredom is all the rage
But the time comes when you gotta turn the page
And then finally there's someone to believe
And now you walk with confidence and ease
And there's no call to sell your soul
Or confess or drop down to your knees

Who, what, or where made you change your mind?
Doesn't matter anymore 'cause you've seen a sign
And now finally there's someone to believe

Searching for the answer's a lonely quest
But the act is liable to bring out your best
And then finally there's someone to believe
And now you have a purpose to proceed
And you find out the baggage that you discarded,
You didn't even need

No one can deny a return to form
Irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn
But then finally there's someone to believe
Ready to emerge and direct your fate
As the self-determination radiates
Because finally there's someone to believe
And now you walk with confidence and ease
And it feels like the spring equinox after a long winter's sleep

Finally, there's someone to believe

Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash
And he bid them all to do his every deed
When he was a kid he was treated just the same
So he hid his feelings from his family
Lost as an island out at sea,
Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy

Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekenders charade
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell

What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor
Continue to swell as the matron silently prays

Junior resented the tradition they upheld
And it ate him up inside most every day
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word
So bewildered when he finally ran away
Oh, obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace

Yeah, papa and his family always on parade
Passing through the turnstiles, a weekenders charade
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell

What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue
To swell as the matron silently prays

"Get me out of here, someone's got to save the day."
The children are reminded to do it for the daddy's sake
And happiness is ever so far, far away.

Yeah, lost as an island out at sea,
Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekenders charade
It's just a sick calamity that fatherhood made,
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell

What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor
Continue to swell as the matron silently prays