Woorden:
A Silver Mount Zion

punks in the palace a?˜Cause punks got the loveliest dreams And our gang is liquored and lovely And smart and sweet and lame And burn with a curious

I Built! My! Self! A! Me!tal! Bird! I! Fed! My! Metal! Bird! The! Wings! Of! Other! Me!tal! Birds! And oh, how my baby flew! With heart so high and aim

Oh, my darling. The leaves! Oh, how they do breathe! There's a heart inside of everything that nestles deep with tiny wings, lay your hands inside this

Don't tell me that I am free Don't tell me that I am free Cause I have not been well Lately

It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children will write hymns about The slow defeat of your reckless destiny Bullets

If she should come and greet me again, with the pains of this world writ 'cross all her limbs, like a bewildered child I'd hold her in mine and stroke

do come back Lost a friend to oceans Lost a friend to hills Lost a friend to suicide Lost a friend to pills Lost a friend to monsters Lost a friend to

beneath our wheels So goodbye lovely warehouse And goodbye sleeping weeds Your beauty was a shining thing That fell away from me Everybody gets a little

Don't tell me that I am free Don't tell me that I am free 'Cause I have not been well Lately