Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Art Of Patrons , by - Fucked Up. Release date: 01.06.2014
Song language: English
The Art Of Patrons |
| «Eurycles, I am broken» |
| The disciple smiles in disgust |
| The Satyrs have awoken |
| And things aren’t here to be discussed |
| We traded the privilege for scraps |
| Exchanged for the clothes on our backs |
| Lived life like there was no other way |
| What was sacrosanct |
| Now the sacred is profane |
| We yearn for the thanks |
| But deserve all the blame |
| A simple piece of stagecraft |
| A tawdry parlour trick |
| We traded our moral ground so they could sing along |
| But is it so bad? |
| Is it as dark as it seems? |
| To trade a little purity to prolong the dream? |
| One by one we will find a way to let each and every one down |
| It’s the privilege of mass delusion |
| Sit back and have a seat |
| Dazzled by the greed |
| It’s his voice between my lips |
| It’s the miracle of gastromancy |
| They are spinning in their graves |
| At the choices we have made |
| But in our shoes would they all have been so chaste? |