Lyrics

A savage night at the opera.
Another savage night at the club.
Let's face it old souls like us are being born to die!
It's not a war till someone loses an eye!

Yes I'm familiar with your scene.
Some would say shockingly uptight.
21-gun salute to the fallen birds of the sky.
I heard their record it's alright...
Hey infinite sense of value...
Hey infinite sense of value...
Hey mystic prince of the purlieu at night!
I heard your record it's alright...

You'll never guess just what I've seen...
A horse abandoned midstream...
Quatrain etched on a dirtpile...
Quatrain etched hey that's your style!

You'll never guess just where I've been...
A life abandoned midstream...
Quatrain etched on a turnstile...
Just set the loop and then go wild-
Er...