Another Rousing Chorus You Idiots!!!
I have had night sweats and 3am cold
I now have a mattress that’s covered in mould
I have gained nothing, short of all that remains
You were not easy to break
I have seen mountains stop short of the sky
I have seen continents reach the ocean and shy
I have only heard stories of the subterrain
You were not easy to break
I have searched London and I have searched Rome
I have spent thousands, most of it loaned
Now probes straddle asteroids with spider like chaste
You were not easy to break
Come pour it in, pour it in!
You won't ever be full, you won't ever be free
There is no use for order, you’re able or not
Meant to die on your feet
Admit you are only 2 inches away from
Zero control again
I have had beauties and charred fire breathers
I have drank whiskey and methylated spirits
I have seen harder men shrivel and flake
You were not easy to break
I have seen scientists straining to fathom
In one hand a ghost, in the other an atom
We were shat from the wormholes to revere your face
You were not easy to break
I have been subject to shovel and lime
Have studied core samples of the anus bovine
All manner of myopic misgivings deflate
You were not easy to break
Come pour it in, pour it in!
You won't ever be full, you won't ever be free
There is no use for order, you’re able or not
Meant to die on your feet
Admit you are only 2 inches away from
Your skull being turned into scree
¡¡¡Otro estribillo emocionante, idiotas!!!
He tenido sudores nocturnos y frío a las 3 de la mañana
Ahora tengo un colchón cubierto de moho
No he ganado nada, salvo todo lo que queda
No fuiste fácil de romper
He visto montañas detenerse antes de tocar el cielo
He visto continentes llegar al océano y acobardarse
Solo he escuchado historias del subsuelo
No fuiste fácil de romper
He buscado en Londres y he buscado en Roma
He gastado miles, la mayoría prestados
Ahora sondas cabalgan asteroides con castidad arácnida
No fuiste fácil de romper
¡Ven, viértelo, viértelo!
Nunca estarás satisfecho, nunca serás libre
No hay necesidad de orden, estés capacitado o no
Destinado a morir de pie
Admite que estás a solo 2 pulgadas de
Perder el control nuevamente
He tenido bellezas y tragadores de fuego carbonizados
He bebido whisky y espíritus metilados
He visto hombres más duros encogerse y desmoronarse
No fuiste fácil de romper
He visto científicos esforzarse por comprender
En una mano un fantasma, en la otra un átomo
Fuimos cagados por los agujeros de gusano para venerar tu rostro
No fuiste fácil de romper
He sido sujeto a pala y cal
He estudiado muestras del núcleo del ano bovino
Todo tipo de desaciertos miopes se desinflan
No fuiste fácil de romper
¡Ven, viértelo, viértelo!
Nunca estarás satisfecho, nunca serás libre
No hay necesidad de orden, estés capacitado o no
Destinado a morir de pie
Admite que estás a solo 2 pulgadas de
Que tu cráneo se convierta en escombros