The Revival - The Dear Hunter

It took a little longer than we hoped

But it was worth it

You know, it takes a village to raise a scheme;

To patch the holes of a mausoleum

Well, we’re packing in the patronage

Like it’s a lotto (and everybody wins)

Now take a seat so the show can start

And will you welcome these works of art…

Isn’t she beautiful?

No?

Maybe another one here could entertain… Yes?

We swear that every minute’s worth the wait

Hey!

It’s a cry you can’t contain;

A release you couldn’t estimate

And the secret’s safe as long as you pay

It’s so good to be so bad

You can leave it when you walk away

And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it

Last call for the Sunday squaws

And there’s no room left for the hem and haw

We’ll give a gift long overdue

And make a sultan out of you

That’s right;

any troglodyte

Can have a life in the party as a socialite

Or if you’re looking to efface

You can retire without a trace…

Don’t you bother with doubt

Hey!

It’s a cry you can’t contain;

A release you couldn’t estimate

But the secret’s safe as long as you pay

It’s so good to be so bad!

You can leave it when you walk away

And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it

Another candidate for giving her bruises

Another night that she’ll dissociate

Another man who thinks the rules don’t apply to him

Long was this road I’ve wandered

But short did my temperance live

Here I’ve helped him build a temple

To deify this czar of sin

Now who to blame, but I for tying

These knots so well at my wrists

The noose would surely find me

If I’m too wily… but what of the life I’d live?

The sale of a soul that falls

As foolish as young Esau…

It’s better if I withdraw

Hey!

It’s a cry you can’t contain;

A release you couldn’t estimate

But the secret’s safe as long as you pay

It’s so good to be so bad!

You can leave it when you walk away

And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it