Lyrics Another Harvard Renaissance - Hotel of the Laughing Tree

Another Harvard Renaissance

Hey boy, settle down;
you’re waking every body on the battleground.
Hey boy, watch your mouth, some words will get you places or a bed in the
ground.
We’re brothers, brothers.
we’re not entirely mad.
Like vultures in the hot sun, we will look after the dead.
Every one you know has called to change the rules.
So I will ask you true, can you really kill my blues?
Jesus was a secondhand son to me,
now he’s drowning sanctuaries in the narrow sea.
Well everybody’s anybody’s corporate king,
our hollow heads are broken but we know what it means to be
Lovers, lovers, no we ain’t trying no more.
Like sunshine in your black eyes;
we only see what we want, we want, we want,
Lord, you left me here.
Everyone I know has drawn another map to burn my home and melt me into gold.
Can you really steal my throne?
and my soul?
So lift your heavy souls, cause we’re only growing old.
We’ll be waiting when you die, we’ll be waiting when you die.