Empire! Empire! (i Was A Lonely Estate)
Everything Rests On Your Small Shoulders
I remember when you thought you found GodPainted a cross on your foreheadAnd wandered around the back yard like a saintOr a shepherd tending to his flockThe irony is not lost on meAnd for all your newfound loveYou still seem like a bastardThen you carried on like all the world was yoursTo pity and to teach and comfortIs it because of how you forget yourselfThat all your terrible deeds have been undone
From Letras Mania