Lucean, I'm so tired of flesh and blood My lord has grown so vile Shamefulness descends upon the shoulders Kicking the corpse until the fun wears off Bleeding septums and S41 Talking needs to the sun comes up Rich boys they just need a hand or hand down From papa Wouldn't it be too divine With a start, middle and an end Wouldn't it be too divine If we could see a way out Wouldn't it be too divine With a start, middle and an end Wouldn't it be too divine If we could see a way out There's a blizzard in the after hours bars Raining my way down the strand Who are these fags in the red bow ties ruining it for the rest of us Self content for the young, the younger beset that history will always eat itself Rich boys they just need a hand or a good old fashioned war Wouldn't it be too divine With a start, middle and an end Wouldn't it be too divine If we could see a way out Wouldn't it be too divine With a start, middle and an end Wouldn't it be too divine If we could see a way out