Burning Mona Lisa
Troubadors Of The Apocalypse
A man rides aloneDown an old dusty roadHe can tell that the end is at handBut the gun at his beltAnd the guitar on his backAre shimmering in the sandWhen he sleepsIt's beds of nailsAnd when he smilesIt seems so frailThen came the day when the sky turned blackHe drew his pickJust like a swordAnd cut the cloudsWith just a chordHe rode into town to warn them of the attackThe people laughedRight in his faceAnd then they allWere just erasedCondemned to awful black oblivionHe was the lastBut time has passedThe land is bleakAnd time is vastAnd we alone stand ready, destiny's sonsSongtexteTroubadors of the apocalypseTroubadors of the apocalypseWe had no fuckin' choice,We had to payTroubadors of the apocalypseTroubadors of the apocalypseAnd lightning strikesThe headstocks when we playDestiny cannot account for thisDestiny cannot account for thisWe're doomed to walk this worldJust like a stageTroubadors of the apocalypseTroubadors of the apocalypseOur story just repeatsIts final page
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