The Fisher King Blues

[Produced By Rich Costey] Parents, don't be too kind to your kids Or else how will they grow up to be Louche Parisian sinners or Nashville country singers Singing about the terrible things their parents did? Lovers, don't be sparing with the truth Break their hearts if that's what you must do Fill them with remorse, tinged with hope of course And let their baser instincts pull them through And though it seems a little strange to me People never really change, it seems And all across America Waitresses and boys who play guitar They fall in love and they fall out, the boys have something to sing about The girls go drown their sorrows at the bars While in front rooms all across the old country Sat spellbound in front of their TVs The younger brothers and sisters wonder at what they're missing And wonder how the air tastes when you're really free And though it seems a little strange to me People never really change, it seems We're all broken boys and girls, at heart Come together fall apart And in Battersea power station, the fisher king Ponders on his ruin, among many other things He folds his broken hands Surveys his barren lands And prays for hope to whisper on the wind ‘Cause we were born without reason, we’ll die without meaning And the world will not shrug all that much at our passing You can try and try and try No one ever makes it out alive No one ever makes it out alive All you broken boys and girls With your tattered flags unfurled: Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king All you broken boys and girls With your tattered flags unfurled: Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king All you broken boys and girls With your tattered flags unfurled: Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king? Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?