[Verse 1]
In a fabricated, fictional goodbye is all you know
Raise it up for me
In the manufactured, typical; some Christians go to hell
Good enough for me
[Pre-Chorus]
I want you to see what I've seen
I want you to be where I've been
If you go what I've been through
Maybe there's some hope for you
Yeah, this is how the story ends
Yeah, death is a party, invite all your friends
[Chorus]
And I've got lost on the way
She calls my name
Heaven life, in the holy day
They know my way
Nature boys they think the same
We're going today
To celebrate the trip of the day
And I'm willing to start a fight
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
Children in the city don't look so pretty
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
Children in the city don't look so pretty
[Verse 2]
And I know what I got
I keep on going till it stops
What you got you know is gold
Nothing left we know it's nothing more
[Pre-Chorus]
Want you to see what I've seen
Want you to be where I've been
If you go what I've been through
Maybe there's some hope for you
Yeah, this is how the story ends
Yeah, death is a party, invite all your friends
[Chorus]
And I've got lost on the way
She calls my name
Heaven life, in the holy day
They know my way
Nature boys they think the same
They're going today
Celebrate the trip of the day
And I'm willing to start a fight
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
And I'm willing to start a fight
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
And I'm willing to start a fight
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
Children in the city don't look so pretty
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
Children in the city don't look so pretty!
[Bridge]
Your moonchild goes away
Sunshine lights those graves
Kids forget their autumn names
But the love funeral goes away
Red eyes on your face
A driftwood will take your fate
A city's built from the last parade
But the love funeral becomes the holy days
(Becomes the holy days)
Becomes the holy days
(Becomes the holy days)
Becomes the holy days
(Becomes the holy days)
Becomes the holy days
And I'm willing to start a fight
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
And I'm willing to start a fight
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
And I'm willing to start a fight
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
Children in the city don't look so pretty
No oh-oh, no oh-oh
Children in the city don't look so pretty
[Outro]
I know I'm in the underground
We, the youth, we walk on floating doors
I don't know where I've seen them
Kids parade around till they drop dead
I know I'm in the underground
We, the youth, we walk on floating doors
I don't know where I've seen them
Kids parade around till they drop dead
