Deckard Croix

Lyrics

For the curious there is no other bliss,
In the kingdom of revolution.
For Muriel, there is no other one,
There's only woman, the taste of a woman.

You know it's hard, trusting one's heart.
But the funeral, oh the funeral,
Is so simple.

For Muriel, she's been down so many times,
Down so many lines, wasted so much time.
And every man she knew, he only wanted into
The secret chamber of revolution.

You know it's hard, trusting one's heart.
But the funeral, oh the funeral,
Is so simple.