Paroles : After The Fall

We scratch on the plains
Up town they fluff the feathers
Coachmen walk with canes
And every collar is creased
A Gentleman prefers to break from airs and fetters
To roll off his sleeves
And liberate the Beast

Let us p*ss from the vine
Let us claw in the mud
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood
Let us walk on stained gla**
Sinners one
Sinners all
It's always prettiest after the Fall

We gnaw on the bone
Up town they sprinkle sweetener
Nectar for the cups
And napkins for the chins
A Gentleman prefers to dig in with his fingers
Suck in through his teeth
And bare a hungry grin
Let us p*ss from the vine
Let us claw in the mud
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood
Let us walk on stained gla**
Sinners one
Sinners all
It's always prettiest after the Fall

We board up the shed
Up town they gild Cathedrals
Choir boys for Hymns
And candles for the Ma**
A Gentleman prefers to differ with his Steeple
Salt his scripture well
And show a little cla**

Let us p*ss from the vine
Let us claw in the mud
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood
Let us walk on stained gla**
Sinners one
Sinners ALL
Let us p*ss from the vine
Let us claw in the mud
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood
Let us walk on stained gla**
Sinners one
Sinners all
It's always prettiest after the Fall