Wet Spinach - A Friends's Anthem Lyrics

There is magic, in the air
The sound of violence, was everywhere
Imaginations, tied and drowned
Let's burn this mansion into the ground!
And all alone upon the hill, paying their bills

Congratulations, intensive care
Your endless wisdom, turns into fear
Imagination's still, cold and blind
It tears your sadness it hurts your pride!
And your voice seems broken too, slippin' right trough

I'm glad you begging and you're tired of the war
These belts are tighter than the whole damn days before
Now keep 'em coming, hear the boys raced down the hall
There's no more chance to dig the gold out of your soul
And the poison starts to call, i carry you home!