Voyager

Making our way out with the endorsement
From ordinary people, from the god of leisure
Facing the real cats, come down and see them
It’s me in the corner wasting my money

We got it made for the city
We got away with the killing

So maybe I want you
Maybe I don’t care
About anything less than gold and the blunt scare
You have a successful one – life in the gutter with Bob and the others
Life as a stone fox
You come here to see me
All literate and cheesy
Come on and breathe me
Come on and breathe me
Lit all the cigarettes to burn away the feeling of nothing
So please me,
Nothing,
So please me

We got it made for the city
We got away with the killing

“One evening I seated beauty on my knees
And I found her bitter
And I cursed her
I armed myself against justice
I fled
Oh witches Oh misery Oh hate
To you has my treasure been entrusted.”

We got it made for the city
We got away with the killing

All we want is pure death
All we want is pure