Young Republicans

In every generation There are those who just don't fit in We never asked to be this way Born without souls or blood or skin Uh, uh We're young republicans The doors are locked, the curtains drawn Our silken gloves and bonnets on You cannot pass You've no appetite To taste the burning flesh of men A supreme joy no doubt at all We lift our heads, we lift our heads And see the world is burning In every neat and tidy town We can't help feel we've been let down We never asked to be this way No spines, no tongues, no fingerprints Uh, uh We're young republicans The doors are locked and the blinds are drawn Our lamb-skin gloves and bonnets on You can't pass This is just for us To taste the burning flesh of men The greatest joy there's ever been We lift our heads, we lift our heads And see the world is burning The doors are locked, the curtains drawn Our silken gloves and bonnets on You cannot pass This is all for us The doors are locked, the lines are drawn Our calfskin gloves and bonnets on You can't pass You've no appetite To taste the burning flesh of men The greatest joy there's ever been We lift our heads, we lift our heads At last, the world is burning --- Young Republicans - Lower Dens