On magic carpets I woke to hear harps and
The hum of vacuums in emptied out ballrooms
The princes are calling you
Put on this cape with orders to invade the east
As they ate bloody meat
with scenes of a victory, and orgasmic dreams crossed their brains
But that's not my terrain
Chorus:
Stolen Pieces
They're just pieces of junk, they paint it gold
They're only pieces
For the rotting and old pale faces
Thanks for the traces of love
On fake lawns we walk across yawning
So bored with the moonlight we cut out the sunlight and
caress cardboard cutout wives
They built a new mall and we drive with a mission
To buy more of anything, for seconds our souls can sing
To lands we've erected this on
We give them this song
Chorus:
Stolen Pieces
They're just pieces of junk, they paint it gold
They're only pieces
For the rotting and old pale faces
Thanks for the traces of love
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