[Verse 1]
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…

[Pre-Chorus]
Isn’t she beautiful? No?
Maybe another one here could entertain. Ah, yes?
We swear that every minute's worth the wait.

[Chorus]
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.

[Verse 2]
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.

[Chorus]
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.

[Hook]
(Another candidate for giving her bruises,
Another night that she’ll dissociate,
Another man who thinks the rules don’t apply to him
Another candidate for giving her bruises,
Another night that she’ll dissociate,
Another man who thinks the rules don’t apply to him)

[Bridge]
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.

[Chorus]
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.
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The Revival Lyrics

The Dear Hunter – The Revival Lyrics