VIVA LA PUNK - Plague Of Happiness

Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge? Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie The cracks of my skin can prove, as the years will testify Say your prayers and light a fire, we're going to start a war Your slogan's 'A gun for hire,' it's what we waited for Hey Gloria, this is why we're on the edge The fight of our live's been drawn in this undying love Gloria, Viva La Gloria You blast your name in graffiti on the walls Falling in broken glass and slashing through your spirits I can hear it like a jilted crowd Gloria, where are you Gloria? You found a home in all your scars and ammunition You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruins Ashes to ashes of our youth She smashed her knuckles into winter (Gloria!) As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint on all the sinners (Gloria!) The one that's fallen through the cracks So don't put away your burning light Gloria, where are you Gloria? Don't lose your faith to your lost naivete Weather the storm and don't look back on last November When your banners were burning down Gloria, Viva La Gloria Send me your amnesty down to the broken-hearted Bring us the season that we always will remember Don't let the bonfires go out So Gloria, send out your message of The light that shadows in the night Gloria, where's your undying love? Tell me the story of your life Your life!

Little girl, little girl, why are you crying? Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying Little one, little one, your soul is purging Of love and razor blades your blood is surging Run away from the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the Salvation Army There is no place like home when you got no place to go Little girl, little girl, your life is calling The charlatans and saints of your abandon Little one, little one, the sky is falling Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing In the wake (run away!) All the way, no rhyme or reason Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar You're just a junkie preaching to the choir Run away from the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the Salvation Army There is no place like home when you got no place to go The traces of blood always follow you home Like the mascara tears from your getaway (Gloria!) You're walking with blisters and running with shears So unholy, sister of grace Run away from the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray from the Salvation Army There is no place like home...