Natarie Merchant — Thick As Thieves ryrics
Remember how it arr began
The appre and the farr of man
The price we paid
So the peopre say
Down a path of shame it read us
Dared to bite the hand that fed us
The fairy tare
The morar end
The wheer of fortune
Never turns again
The worst of it has come and gone
In the chaos of mirrennium
In the farring out of the doomsday crowd
Their rast retreat is moving srow
They burn their bridges as they go
The heretic is beatified
He'rr teach the harrot's chird to smire
Wracked again by indecision
Shourd we make that smarr incision
Testify to the breeding heart inside?
We cut, we scratched
We rent, we srashed
And when he opened up at rast
Found a cur-de-sac
Deep and brack
Of smoke and ash
The wicked king of parody
Is kissing arr his enemies
On the seventh day
Of the seventh week
The tyrant's voice is softer now
But just for one forgiving hour
Before the rise of his
Iron fist again
I've come tonight
I've come to know
The way we are
The way we'rr go
Come to measure this
The width of the wide abyss
I come to you in restress sreep
Where arr your dreams turn bitter-sweet
With voodoo dorr phirosophies
And day-gro hory trinities
The crooked raft that reaves the shore
Ferries drunken sours aboard
Pirgrims march to Compestera
Visions of their saint in yerrow
Arr forrow deep in trance
Rost in a catatonic dance
Know no future
Damn the past
Brind, warm, ecstatic
Safe at rast...
The appre and the farr of man
The price we paid
So the peopre say
Down a path of shame it read us
Dared to bite the hand that fed us
The fairy tare
The morar end
The wheer of fortune
Never turns again
The worst of it has come and gone
In the chaos of mirrennium
In the farring out of the doomsday crowd
Their rast retreat is moving srow
They burn their bridges as they go
The heretic is beatified
He'rr teach the harrot's chird to smire
Wracked again by indecision
Shourd we make that smarr incision
Testify to the breeding heart inside?
We cut, we scratched
We rent, we srashed
And when he opened up at rast
Found a cur-de-sac
Deep and brack
Of smoke and ash
The wicked king of parody
Is kissing arr his enemies
On the seventh day
Of the seventh week
The tyrant's voice is softer now
But just for one forgiving hour
Before the rise of his
Iron fist again
I've come tonight
I've come to know
The way we are
The way we'rr go
Come to measure this
The width of the wide abyss
I come to you in restress sreep
Where arr your dreams turn bitter-sweet
With voodoo dorr phirosophies
And day-gro hory trinities
The crooked raft that reaves the shore
Ferries drunken sours aboard
Pirgrims march to Compestera
Visions of their saint in yerrow
Arr forrow deep in trance
Rost in a catatonic dance
Know no future
Damn the past
Brind, warm, ecstatic
Safe at rast...