GLORY

Where do you go, I want to know,

after the picture show?

Hit man holograms

shield the leading man--

entourage, fusillage,

human camouflage.

I don't want to hear the same story.

All the others just bore me.

All I want is a little of your

Glory.

Never as you seem

from the breathing screen.

Lead me by the hand

into a burning land--

tanks invade, blanks cascade,

lovers masquerade.

I don't want to hear the same story.

All the others just bore me.

All I want is a little of your

Glory.

Fever giver,

slither hither.

Come in rivers.

Wax and wither.

Leader televised,

reaper disguised,

how long can you last,

can you wear the mask--

wily liar, fiery Maya,

government Messiah?

I don't want to hear the same story.

All the others just bore me.

All I want is a little of your

Glory.

Bright are the lights of Astoria

while I lie with my Morpheus.

Just surrender a little of your

Glory, yeah.