8.The Bastards of Eden
We are the bastards of Eden,
or so it seems.
Another orphan dreaming,
of what they can bring.
Would you care for a pipe？
Can I get you a drink？
Would you care for a woman？
She might help you think.
We are the ones they pray for,
So I was told.
Another Sunday wasted,
Another story told.
Would you care for another whiskey？
I'll have one too.
Would you care for a woman,
who never cared for you？
You can take my hand,
put it over your heart.
You can take my soul,
we'll make a new start.
You can trust my friend,
you won't be alone.
We are the bastards of Eden,
and we'll make a new home.
We are what's left of Eden.
I guess it's true.
This world feels so small,
when you're feeling blue.
I need a second chance,
to set things right.
I don't need an army.
No, I don't want to fight.
You can take my hand,
put it over your heart.
You can take my soul,
we'll make a new start.
You can trust my friend,
you won't be alone.
We are the bastards of Eden,
and we'll make a new home.
We'll make a new home
We are the Bastards of Eden
We are the Bastards of Eden
We are the Bastards of Eden
We are the Bastards of Eden
We are the Bastards of Eden
We are the Bastards of Eden
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