Lyrics: And the little boy stared Into the eyes of the night Button collects price of his time Little girl glared Sheets of denial Bullet connects to the price of her crime What have we said Wasn’t it their bed What of presence Haven’t we paid penance To the nuguns Now the little boy sees Through the eyes of the lie Levers erect note of his rhyme Little girl bled Sheets of the night Lovers connect to the price of his dime What have we said Wasn’t it their bed What of presence Haven’t we paid penance To the nuguns, to the nuguns What have we said Wasn’t it their bed What of presence Haven’t we paid penance What have we said Wasn’t it their bed What of presence Haven’t we paid penance To the nuguns, to the nuguns
