Текст песни Swing For the Crime - The Saints

Locked in a room full of words
I′m a one-eyed midget with a curse
The simpleton who sweetly smiles
At his young lover now beguiled
The sycophantic morons lied
At Romeo, who is the bride, let's ride
Stoned as I walk down the hall
The ad men wait to hear the curse and call
The angels scream in discontent
As to the river they are lent
The actors bow and pay the rent
We cover them in cold cement
Let′s swing for the crime
Everyone in double-time
And we hope that you had a good time
Yeah, smile as you sign on the line
Because life on your knees can be fun
Surprised now you're not the only one
Led like a lamb into this gloom
Yeah, Freud is in a back room with his goons
Now they've got new experiments
The metal groans, the limbs are rent
The anti-heroes mock dissent
We market now by mass consent
We swing for the crime
Everyone in double-time
Scream like you′ll burst if they cry
Is changed by the words that you learn
But Jack the Ripper is inside
And Moriarty has imbibed
They live, they marry, all the while
We laugh and have them circumcised
And we hope that you had a good time
Yeah, smile as you sign on the line
Because life on your knees can be fun
Are you glad that you′re not the only one?