Church - Anyway Lyrics
Empires crumble in the distanceViolet crumble [brian: its a kind of chocolate bar] in my bowlConspiracy theory, timothy learyNone of this is good for my soulSalamander extravaganzaWhat if I sing like mario lanza ?Anyway in my own wayI dont make sense any moreIts so hard to fakeOne lucky breakCocaine and cakeYoung master morris had a closet in the forestBut where were the bears when he let down his hairPieces of ice dragging over the windscreenLook out wonderland were bursting through the black screenAnyway in my own wayI dont make sense any moreIts so hard to fakeOne lucky breakCocaine and cake(....inaudible mutterings...)Millions of consumers are lost in the rumoursOverhead the weather (.....) along their leathersFighting real fires with the rabbis and the friarsThe butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker(...more inaudible mutterings...)You know that all of them are usersNone of them are takersMaking sunday music with their tom-toms and their shakersAnyway in my own wayI dont make sense any moreIts so hard to fakeOne lucky breakChampagne and cake(..........)Anyway in my own wayI dont make sense any more
