The Quixotic Tacenda Lyrics

Working on saturday

Where the sun is hot

And I get no pay

I don't wanna go another day

Without the one I love,

but she never stays

Don't have the time or energy

To meditate

Under an oak tree

Just give me enlightenment

Before i lose myself

To the elements

Hear the orchestra fade away

To a sun dried man, on an august day

Thought I met god that day

Maybe I did, but he's gone away

Thought i'd be a hero

But I never saved a single soul

Tell me what kind of man I am

I feel nothing now, just an empty hole

I crave the day

That the stains of the earth are dispelled

But we got a long long time till they go back to hell

So let's make it quick

Grab your hypocrites

And lay them in the street

As we let them know that we never admit defeat