Текст песни 10. Terrance Zdunich - After The Fall

We scratch on the plains,
Uptown they fluff the feathers,
Coachmen walk with canes,
And every collar is creased.

A gentleman prefers
To break from errs and fetters,
To roll off his sleeves
And liberate the beast.

Let us piss from the vine,
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists,
As we writhe in the blood.

Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, sinners all.
It's always prettiest after the fall.

We gnaw on the bone,
Uptown they sprinkle sweetener,
Nectar for the cups
And napkins for the chins.

A gentleman prefers
To dig in with his fingers,
Suck in through his teeth
And bear a hungry grin.

Let us piss from the vine,
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists,
As we writhe in the blood.

Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, sinners all.
It's always prettiest after the fall.

We board up the shed,
Uptown they gild cathedrals,
Choir boys for hymns
And candles for the mass.

A gentleman prefers
To differ with his steeple,
Salt his scripture well
And show a little class.

Let us piss from the vine,
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists,
As we writhe in the blood.

Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, sinners all.

Let us piss from the vine,
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists,
As we writhe in the blood.

Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, sinners all.
It's always prettiest after the fall.