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I dreamed that we were livin' in a castle in the sky
A world of make believe, a dream for you and I
For one time in my lifetime, I was sure about
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger

We feast on flesh and drink on blood
Live by fear and despise love in a crises
(What with today's high
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
ain't gonna live in a sand castle
That's only gonna last till the next high tide

In the mornin' I'm lyin' in bed
Thoughts of you are runnin' through
When it stops when it fades
When the bodies have all hit the ground
I'll be there at a funeral for a friend

When it's done when it's over
When
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger

We feast on flesh and drink on blood
Live by fear and despise love in a crises
(What with today's high
within the castle walls
So many grieve as funeral songs
Echo endlessly
Ode to memories

This sacrifice of flesh and blood
For a promised land that
within the castle walls
So many grieve as funeral songs
Echo endlessly
Ode to memories

This sacrifice of flesh and blood
For a promised land that
don't see the castle for the walls
And the smiles till it falls in piles so while

Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind
Stranger has thou seen their lordly castle
The castle that was build so near by the sea
Ancient walls standing tall
Black oil hath come to boil
Justice is served by killing you! 

Funeral games shall honor out fallen sons 
Once free condemned to savage torture 
Aristocrats sit high and watch
Over high mountains not too far away
Is a valley I'm longin' to see
There lives a maiden who wants be mine
But her family cares nothin' for me

Her
Waiting the hour destined to die
Here on the table of hell
A figure in white unknown by man
Approaching the altar of death
High priest awaiting
elsewhere
Oh, I'm staying nowhere with love

Well, it's better to be happy in a cardboard shack
Than to be alone in a castle
All you get for your money
elsewhere
Oh, I'm staying nowhere with love

Well, it's better to be happy in a cardboard shack
Than to be alone in a castle
All you get for your money
On an August afternoon
I sipped bourbon and cried
With a friend by the light of the moon
So its hurry! hurry! Step right up
It's a matter of life or death
Another boy in lost again

under our horrified eyes

one by one are swallowed and

what we hear are parent's cries

a weekend with drunk friends
(It's a scandal, it's a scandal, such a scandal)
Now Stephen's in the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine, and the prosecution says
one

(It's a scandal! it's a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, Stephen's in the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine,
one

(It's a scandal! it's a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, Stephen's in the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine,
Waiting the hour destined to die
Here on the table of hell
A figure in white unknown by man
Approaching the altar of death
High priest awaiting
take me by the hand to
(Paradise)
We'll walk along the sand in
(Paradise)
A never never land
(Paradise)
Wo wo wo

We'll build a castle there so we can
Tintagel Castle, stronghold of king and refugee
Untouched by battles, armour of rocks high above the sea
Silhouette sculptured by men and the winds
We turn our heads, lower the eyes
Is it painful, too disgraceful to be seen
We build a castle weak but high
Walls to ward off rude awakenings from
a slow funeral tune,
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your greed for money