Pretty little bastards now is the time The sky will open for the sun to burn Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done Youth of delight - come and see the Opening morn image of truth - reborn They stumble all night over bones of The dead and wish to lead others When they should be led (lead Ralph&Tom) (lead Tom) That free love with bondage bound That does not freeze my bones around You can not bind another to his delight When you build a hell in heaven's despite Youth of delight - come and see the Opening morn image of truth - reborn They stumble all night over bones of The dead and wish to lead others When they should be led Selfish father of men lord of this bunch Of motherfuckers rise from your Slumberous mass to drive our thrist away Hear the voice of the faceless one But cherich pity for his multitude Youth of delight - come and see the Opening morn image of truth - reborn They stumble all night over bones of The dead and wish to lead others When they should be led We are the nails driven into the cross We're only a souvenir it's worth a thought Not to be a slave to human fault so till Our last breath let's dwell in our lonely cell