To bury the castle, bury the castle Ba da ba ba da ba ba da And we'll dig a deep hole Go get your shovel Ba da ba ba da ba ba Keep your feet on the ground When your head's in the clouds Well go get your shovel We'll dig a deep hole

Do you still believe in all the things That you stood by before? I hope they're on the front lines Or at home keeping score Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate Or would you rather be the architect Of what we might create? Are

Baby, we're the new romantics 'Cause, baby, I could build a castle Out of all the bricks they threw at me And every day is like a battle But every night with us is like a dream The best people in life are free Come on, come along with me Heart break is

So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow

All we have is love All we have is love (na-ah) When shadows and demons are chasin' There's no way that our hearts will be breakin' 'Cause all we have is love (na-ah) They could tear this house down brick by brick But we won't even miss a thing They said

Where I held your body close for so long, so long I'll take a chainsaw to the sofa I'm gonna break all of the china 'Cause it's just one more reminder you're gone, you're gone We were building brick by brick Now it's just a quicksand home, yeah So I'll

Everything I love is there inside She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes I got all I ever need when at girl is by my side A little brick house on the Oklahoma-Texas Line Got an old dog, it don't like me much That thing starts to bark his head off

Get the brick and transport it through the mavericks (transport) Surprise a nigga ride up on him on a Banshee (brrt, brrt) We got Ks in the attic (K) How you fit a quarter in a mattress (how, quarter) Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (static)

This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby My life is too crazy, no actor could play me And the

Baby, blow by blow and brick by brick So maybe we should love somebody We can build these walls between each other Instead of polishing the bombs of holy war We can break these walls between each other If war is holy and sex is obscene We've got it