Misguided Sheep - Louis XIV

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We keep hiding up all our Easter eggs
For reasons we just cant say
We’re hiding up all our money
When the tax man comes to prey

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding
All our bits and precious barbs
We‘re hiding all our freckles,
our wrinkles, and dead end jobs

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding
From all our hope and fear
Until hate boils through us
And there’s no one left to care

Well we hide from what we want
So poisonous and soaked in sin
Oh we hide from even our thoughts
Until they come around again

I can’t see
What you don’t let me
(All for love)
I can’t see
What you don’t let me

(All for love)
All come out to play
(All for love)
They all come out to play
(All for love)
We all come out to play

Well we duck and we dodge, we pocket and cover
All our scraps and ticks
Hiding up all our lustful needs so they
Won’t know our kicks

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding
Under blankets inside our bed
We nervously chew up our pencils
Until our teeth are stained of lead

We keep nestling to people like teddy bears
because the good book said,
"Well he who holds to soft things
won’t die before they’re dead."

(All for love)
I can’t see
What you don’t let me [x2]

All come out to play
They all come out to play

I can’t see
What you don’t let me
(All come out to play)(All for love)

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding
From robbers and from cops
Hiding our paranoid fits,
snaps, cracks, and pops

Well we hide from what we want
So naive and drenched in sin
We hide from even our thoughts
Until they come around again

So we nervously chew up our pencils
Until our teeth are stained of lead
And me who holds to soft things
Won’t die before I’m dead     ...   Všechny texty od: Louis XIV