[Verse 1]
It's the triumph of all the people
Who were the first to turn disaster on its head
The fear of death became an inspiration
Our dirty nails dig deep, our teeth sink twice as deep
[Chorus]
In dirty bread on a place mat
Coming back from the bank soon
With art worth nothing
Flowers for the bathroom
[Verse 2]
I say hello to George, recall it
Say what up to Ares
Let some blood in the water
Just to regulate the balance
They call many years a blessing
Sleeping on a made bed
Dishes from the old world
A mirror full of photographs
[Chorus]
And a hessian place mat
Coming back from thе bank soon
With art worth nothing
Flowers for the bathroom
The samе how you doings
Fragments you shore up
The pieces that you stockpile
In the face of your ruin
[Bridge]
The passion -
Of life, from
The fear of death
[Chorus]
And a hessian place mat
Coming back from the bank soon
With art worth nothing
Flowers for the bathroom
The same how you doings
Fragments you shore up
The pieces that you stockpile
In the face of your ruin
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