The girls are all so fast
To be what you want
The boys are all so slow
To want what they feel
The old clocks are broken
And there’s time to kill
So I’ll bring the party, if you take the bill
If you take the bill
The church bells still ringing
But rich men won’t sing
Their women are happy
With blood diamond rings
The angel said her voice hushed and low
If you don’t rebuild it to hell it will go
To hell it will go
So bring me an idol
When I’m feeling weak
And someone to feed me
The words I should speak
When I just can’t seem to make my own amends
That’s how you will make me the means to your end
The means to your end
Every day
The rubble in this place that you know
If you don’t rebuild it to hell it will go
To hell it will go

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