James-Polymer

Verse 1 - The fires have cooled to embers; the smoke has all blown away The bright sunburst of morning, faded to a muted gray You follow the drifting dust, lilting lazily through the air Here in the land down under, soon we’ll have no earthly cares Chorus - Was it an accident or design, when the clock struck its final chime? When the fireworks lit up the night, as brilliant as the morning light? Verse 2 - The radio's turned to static; the screens, all faded to black Geiger sings his lonely song, traipsing down the rusting tracks You feel the photons firing, slicing through your fragile skin Won’t you join us on the beach, and watch the twinkling stars spin Chorus - Was it a god's or devil's power, when the clock struck its midnight hour? When the fireballs lit up the sky, boiled the tears you would have cried? Interlude - Chorus - Was it an accident or design, when the clock struck its final chime? When the fireworks lit up the night, as brilliant as the morning

Verse 1 - She was a bitter mule, unforgiving and cold She didn’t save a lullaby, so I brought my own I couldn’t stop for her; and so she stopped for me We had a night on the town and tore up Memory St. Chorus - Keep your head down, knuckle on through Take a shot for the pain, and give the Devil his due Oh, Madam Moira, won’t you visit me, too? Give me a whisper at night to see mee through Verse 2 - She sailed a shadowy ship down the river of souls The ramps came crashing down with the bell’s final toll. We played a prince’s game on fields of black and white; And listened to the waves in the moon’s pale light Chorus - Keep your head down, knuckle on through Take a shot for the pain, and give the Devil his due Oh, Madam Moira, won’t you visit me, too? Give me a whisper at night to see mee through

Verse 1 – Five hundred days spent under an iron curtain; Five hundred days under the gun. Five hundred lives spent each and every hour; Five hundred souls who’s race is run. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam! Verse 2 – Five hundred days knee-deep in brown and crimson; Five hundred days out under the stars. Five hundred miles with just the clothes on your back; Five hundred leagues from where you are. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam! Verse 3 – Five hundred days since the castles came crumbling; Five hundred tears spilled from every door. Five hundred voices crying, laughing, and screaming; Five hundred days– here’s to one more. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam!

Verse 1 – There’s a pallid bust of Pallas perched above my chamber door. There’s a lantern lighting malice; the body cold under the floor. There’s a cat behind the sheathing awaiting richer Earth to till. There’s my sordid soul seething from its perch upon the sill. Chorus – Once upon a midnight dreary; Once upon a winter’s morn. The casket’s closed and eyes are weary; Make your toast and sail the storm. Verse 2 – There’s a pallid, busted palace perched atop an English moor. There’s wine, run from the chalice; the masker’s monocle by the door. There’s a blackbird beguiling; speaking of Iliad undone. There’s a jingling jester smiling, though he’ll never see the sun. Chorus – Once upon a midnight dreary; Once upon a winter’s morn. The casket’s closed and eyes are weary; Make your toast and sail the storm. Interlude – Chorus – Once upon a midnight dreary; Once upon a winter’s morn. The casket’s closed and eyes are weary; Make your toast and sail the storm.

Verse 1 – I’m laying in my bed; the window shades are down. The matron gives a shout, but I don’t make a sound. I am still awake, up here, inside my head. But from the way she screamed, you’d think that I were dead. Verse 2 – I’m laying on my cot; just a prop upon the stage. I am still awake, a lion locked in its cage. The ringmaster gives a sigh, and the clowns’ smiles descend. Then I am wheeled away, and the show comes to an end. Verse 3 – I’m laying in a box, with Old Glory for a shroud. The good parson’s platitudes are echoing, oh so loud. They pull the lid on down, and the walls bob and sway. But I am still awake, no matter how I pray.

Verse 1 – It’s dark and it’s quiet this moonless summer night. The boogeymen’s shadows hiding just out of sight. A cracking staccato; the fireflies go flying. It’s dark and it’s quiet, except for the crying. Chorus – Come walk with the fireflies, they rise when the day is done. Watch them arcing through the sky; heralds of the setting sun. Every night they follow closer to home. Verse 2 – It’s dark and it’s quiet ‘til the shooting stars fall. The boogeymen’s shadows bleeding from every wall. Here come the fireflies, hot lead bodies gleaming. It’s dark and it’s quiet, except for the screaming. Chorus – Come walk with the fireflies, they rise when the day is done. Watch them arcing through the sky; heralds of the setting sun. Every night they follow closer to home. Interlude - Chorus – Come walk with the fireflies, they rise when the day is done. Watch them arcing through the sky; heralds of the setting sun. Every night they follow closer to home. Exitlude - Come walk

Verse 1 - It started with a trickle, just seeping through the cracks. Now turn around, what's that sound? All the levees are breaking. Your journey's bloody detour, your map drawn between the lines. Yankee-haters? Free Staters? Know-Nothings, every last one. Chorus - Now Kansas is bleeding, and the shepherds are crying. Now the curtain is rising, and the lambs lay dying. Verse 2 - It started with a tremor, just creeping up your spine. Now turn around, what's that sound? All the rooftops are shaking. Our story's darkest chapter, written in between the lines. Red Legs or Quantrill's dregs, they all swell up under the sun. Chorus - Now Kansas is bleeding, and the shepherds are crying. Now the curtain is rising, and the lambs lay dying. Interlude - Chorus - Now Kansas is bleeding, and the shepherd is crying. Now the curtain is falling, and the lambs lay dying.