And the little boy stared
Into the eyes of the night
Buttons collects price of his time
Little girl glared
Sheets of the denial
The bullet connects to the price of her crime

What have we said
Wasn't it their bed
What of our presence
Haven't we paid penance

For the Nüguns

Now the little boy sees
Through the eyes of the delight
Levers erect not of his rhyme
Little girl bled
Sheets of the night
The lovers connect to the price of his dime

What have we said
Wasn't it their bed
What of our presence
Haven't we paid penance

For the Nüguns x2

What have we said
Wasn't it their bed
What of our presence
Haven't we paid penance
x2

(To the olds god and moved on x3
To the new guns x2
x2)

For the Nüguns x2
Do you