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The Tumulus Culture (feat. Lanvoine)
by MojoKing
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Come fight with me; I'd like to bury you in my tumulus
Together we can lay; we can rise to the cumulus
But you're not the only one, you're just part of a numerous crowd!
(And numerous is humourous in a ruinous tumulus)
The crowded crown is part of me now part of you that part of us will ruin somehow
Come with me, join my gang
Or I'll leave you to hang
I'm gonna go out with a bang
Just like any other when the bullets rang
I remember the days when the churches sang
Like storm and urge, sturm und drang
Buried in our barrow
Thoughts hollow and narrow
Hysterical to follow
And harder still to swallow
One bullet flew
And the Texan eyes were all on you
Ambushed at dawn
And the lovebirds' lives were gone
This is the end of Clyde
And his never-bride
But at least we did it all
Side-by-side
Our successes grew
The fall was much harder
But I'd die for you
I'd be your martyr
I'm your depression
I'm your aggression
I'm your expression
And your obsession
I'm the impression
I am the session
I'm the possession
And the oppression
Buried in our barrow
Thoughts hollow and narrow
Hysterical to follow
And harder still to swallow
Now they're going under
The sound of rain and thunder
But is it any wonder?
A pirate's dream of plunder
Come fight with me; I'd like to bury you in my tumulus
Together we can lay; we can rise to the cumulus
But you're not the only one, you're just part of a numerous crowd!
(And numerous is humourous in a ruinous tumulus)
The crowded crown is part of me now part of you that part of us will ruin somehow
Come with me, join my gang
Or I'll leave you to hang
I'm gonna go out with a bang
Just like any other when the bullets rang
I remember the days when the churches sang
Like storm and urge, sturm und drang
Buried in our barrow
Thoughts hollow and narrow
Hysterical to follow
And harder still to swallow
One bullet flew
And the Texan eyes were all on you
Ambushed at dawn
And the lovebirds' lives were gone
This is the end of Clyde
And his never-bride
But at least we did it all
Side-by-side
Our successes grew
The fall was much harder
But I'd die for you
I'd be your martyr
I'm your depression
I'm your aggression
I'm your expression
And your obsession
I'm the impression
I am the session
I'm the possession
And the oppression
Buried in our barrow
Thoughts hollow and narrow
Hysterical to follow
And harder still to swallow
Now they're going under
The sound of rain and thunder
But is it any wonder?
A pirate's dream of plunder
