Thief

You take back the curse, but the world just gets worse As you wonder about how someone could become So fat and so proud off the damage they've done Man, the damage was fun A house is a home Hotels made of skin and bone hold us Father figures continue to scold us Avuncular-at-best in a church of new things He traded the records for rings As I sat back and watched what I thought would ensue Not ensue Hospitals overflow With singers, embittered and pissed Dead-ringers for men whose whereabouts should not be known Or be missed No failed revolts No plot from the inside Could contend with the prospect or trend towards being discovered before our time With upwards of thirty songs All about women and children Whose lives will come second to mine You take back the curse, but the girl just gets Every rip-off artist to paint a picture of a world at war When the world was not at war When the world was not at war When the world was not at war Oh, when the world was not at war