The Tribe

We can See-see it All from up here The lakes, spires and the stars A bohemian wet dream wet dream So this is the tribe we both have been looking for All open arms, exciting, gloomy, reborn Sing our praise Inside my enemy we're born Please take a bow But beneath it the monster lies in wait We must distract it We must fool it We appease it Impress it with our big bottle collection Flee The bastard loves all of our act Take off all your rags, love I will do the same He wants me in you Let it go, mount me and ride This he will remember Put your hands around my neck and choke me There is no way to contain this We both know what this is leading to Hold on It will be born out of these flames Lost on stage We're both lost in the streets Hold on Please brace yourself now