Artist/Band:
New Model Army
Lyrics for Song: Lust For Power
Lyrics for Album: Fuck Texas Sing For Us [2009]
Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special
Like a peasant revolution with makeshift weapons in our hands
We crashed the gates so hard, we'd never heard that kind of sound before
And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land
Defenses melt away before our frozen blank surprise
From the palace now we stare to a million waiting eyes
I've got my trophies on the wall, heads I've hunted down the hall
And I guard my winnings well, carry them with me when I fall
Now the daylight hours pass like the people, I have lost
In the triumph of the hour, in the bloody cause, lust, lust for power
Like a vision she dances through the shafts of light
Everything I've ever dreamed about focused true and bright
Fortune opens up the ground, blackens out the sky
I kissed her once, I kissed her twice but I couldn't remember why
When I was young they taught me well to always play to win
But they never said what happens when you've won the bloody game
I've got my trophies on the wall, heads I've hunted down the hall
And I guard my winnings well, carry them with me when I fall
Now the daylight hours pass like the people, I have lost
In the triumph of the hour, in the bloody cause, lust, lust for power, yeah
And all desire is satisfied but still the hunt goes on
It's funny how this feeling stays with all the reasons gone
Ohh, we've seen them fat and bloated those who once could hold a flame
I've run for home and words gone by but nothing seems the same
I can watch myself in secrecy, one side of this glass
From the other my reflection and I don't know which is worse
Streets are lined with glittering stores and a million fatted calves
I can catch myself sometimes these days and all I do is laugh
Laugh, laugh, come on
I've got my trophies on the wall, heads I've hunted down the hall
And I guard my winnings well, carry them with me when I fall
Now the daylight hours pass like the people, I have lost
In the triumph of the hour, in the bloody cause, lust, lust for power
And I guard my winnings well, carry them with me when I fall
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