Из альбома: Dead Skin / Dried Blood
We were waiting tables in time's square
When we got the call
To play the part of revolutionaries
Who help bring about an empire's fall
We've toiled in the service industry
So we could be here waiting, waiting in the wings
We're counting on these songs to set us free
The stories of a great revolution
Are passionately told on this stage
We need no director's motivation
We know quite well the roles that we play.
The patrons paid a handsome ticket price without batting an eye
And mingled towards their seats
They do not feel the drama in between the stage and mezzanine
They've come for the spectacle of actors dismantling their machines
They smile because they know it's just fantasy
The echoes of The Old Revolution
Resound in theaters lining Broadway
The suits and gowns give standing ovations
Can't we unseat them some other way?
In the stage left balcony
There's two old men heckling me
They're shouting that I sing off key
And the shows a classic tragedy.
Stage lights
It's hard to see
That we're still working 42nd street
The rumors of a failed revolution
Are verified when we take the stage
We have no time to seek liberation
We're happy to merely entertain
There's whispers of a new revolution
That linger on our lips while we sing.