The Resurrection Men Songtext / Lyric

They're coming with their stories and they're coming with their wine

They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign

They're mapping every person's life, aligning every chart

They've got a kitchen knife and a power cable poised against each heart



They say we are your morphine vision, we are your TV screen

We are your chat show host, we are your magazine

We've got trace elements in each fashion, every trend

So let's end this story kids, see if you do it all again

The resurrection men



They're watching all those people in the corporate ocean's tide

The choreography of commerce, the backhanders and the lies

They're erasing all the figures, all the dollars, all the dreams

They say you can always tell a suicide by the length of the scream






And we are your morphine vision, we are your other half

We are your healthy living, we are your epitaph

We've got your second chances dressed in an accident

You want the next big bang then you can just send

The resurrection men

The resurrection men

The resurrection men



They're coming with their bank books, they're collecting every fare

From burning nights in Nagasaki, frozen days in Val-d'Isere

And now the walls crumble round Downing Street and Capitol Hill

Its only murder if you twist the knife with intent to kill



And they're coming with their butane, they're coming with their signs

From the black and white division, the bloody wars and their front lines

They fan the flames of degradation to a mariachi band

'Cause the crimes always committed using someone else's hand



And we are your morphine vision, we are your sleepless nights

We are your catechism, we are your final rites

We've got your weakness pegged, each break and every bend

You throw a tragedy we'll always attend

The resurrection men

The resurrection men

The resurrection men

The resurrection men