Слова:
The Briggs Come All You Madmen

it And you won?t believe your eyes this time The last message we tried to send Fell into the wrong hands again Remember they can make up anything You

all around you But still you don't take control I mean seriously, you must be joking Quit fucking around When you wage war on your consciousness You

tribute to our city, No matter where we go This is our home. On the sunset strip, The devil's hard at work. If you wanna play you gotta pay you know

not catch you laughing at me Ship of fools, all aboard the ship of fools We blindly follow all the rules On the ship of fools, all aboard the ship of

chance to say Thank you for all your loyalty The waves are crashing all around The lies to your conscience they are bound And like dead weight will make you

Take a bow, collect all your pumps and praise Like a bomb, you turn the night into day I wanna sing all the things my mind forgets But the words don?t

real or am I dreaming? They called an ambulance, Someone's talkin' to me in another language. In distance I hear this song, Will they remember you when you

Take a bow Collect all your pumps and praise Like a bomb, you turn night into day I want to sing all the things my mind forgets But the words don?t escape

strengthened the ones we sought to contend. Ship of fools, all aboard the ship of fools. We blindly follow all the rules on the ship of fools. All aboard