Letra de Savage Night At The Opera

A savage night at the opera
Another savage night at the club
Let’s face it, old souls like us are being born to die!
It's not a war 'til someone loses an eye!

Yes, I’m familiar with your scene
Some would say, shockingly uptight
21-gun salute to the Fallen Birds Of The Sky
I heard their record, it’s alright…
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value…
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value…
Hey, Mystic Prince Of The Purlieu At Night!
I heard your record, it’s alright…

You’ll never guess just what I’ve seen…
A horse abandoned midstream…
Quatrain etched on a dirtpile…
Quatrain etched, hey that’s your style!

You’ll never guess just where I’ve been…
A life abandoned midstream…
Quatrain etched on a turnstile…
Just set the loop and then go wilder…