Comrads All dressed-up in our old rags Talking about the good times As if we mean it. Poison, heavy heads in motion, Talking about the structure like we don't need it And this calls for blood And this calls for something I can't... And here comes the flood, And here comes the deluge again. Say Hallelujah! Godspeed! Stranded in the backseat, Just hoping for your good deeds to make up for it. Streetlights, mandatory fake fights, Oh you might wanna feel right But I don't And this calls for love And this comes for something I'm not And this calls for god but my friends won't give it a shot. Say Hallelujah! It's a common place with common faces. Oh now comrad won't you stay?