Paul Dempsey Take Us To Your Leader
Now, this is not funny
The shortest time feels like the longest time
It's surely a dream
Or i'm just an unreliable witness to everything
The burning cars of movie stars
Unwrap the city one backstreet at a time
The severed heads of supermen,
See how they're different when you hold them under the light
Now she's got all, she's got all your answers
So you better take us to your leader
'Cause one thing is for sure -
We're gonna get what we deserve.
Now the street is a river
And the sounds drift up to our window above
And we run down to drown under the current
To go rushing ever forward to find a cheap cure for memory
We drink our fill from wishing wells
We feed coins into machines until they're throwing them up
In crowded bars under neon stars
Until there's new blood racing 'round the both of us
Now we've got all your answers
When she clicks her heels together
Now when she snaps her fingers
You better take us to your leader
'Cause my love, my word -
we're finally gonna get what we deserve
