Roses in the car
Roses in the car
Bony saddle, bony street

Corrugated iron sheet
This bed is not concrete
This bed in which you sleep

Flesh is flesh til blood runs cold
And blood is blood, so I am told


Your carbon makes a star
Your carbon makes a star
And after all, that's all we are

After all, that's all we are
That's all we are
That's all we are

That's all we are

All these young men, these young lions

All these young men, these young lions

You don't know if it's true

Or if to believe in you
There are tunnels through the stone
Where weaker hearts have made a home


Their roses in a car
Their roses in a car

And after all that's all we are
After all that's all we are
And isn't it bizarre

The adults that we are
Still playing
Follow the leader


Body don't break
Body don't break

Body don't break
Til broken
Body gonna make

Body gonna make
Body gonna make
Another body

Don't want to be the last to leave.