Oldest form of revenue
One more drink for the road
Drive them to the heights
Dragging by the toes
Goodnight everyone
Keep your eyes on me
When the view is insane
We can break the mold
And go against the grain
Where are you now my sister?
Wilding hair beneath the half moon
Arrange the heavens Electra
Your flaming arrow in the dawn
You leave my mind so clear
But the floor is a mess
Those dreamless nights on the road
I count among the best
Goodnight everyone
I'm all done with fame
Cause I'm always on guard
Always on parade
Never seen again
Where are you now my sister?
Wilding hair beneath the half moon
Arrange the heavens Electra
Your flaming arrow in the dawn
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