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Now That We Don't Talk (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

de Motörhead

The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne
Gazes at us in despair
Six hundred guests, humanity's best
Are wondering why they are there
All roads lead here, all roads are burned
Have we digested the things we have learned?
Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance?
Have we the time for the final romance?

We better find out
The name of the game
Chance of a future frozen and grim
Or of a quick death brought here on a whim
Why are we here? Does anyone know?
Why are we here at the terminal show?

The blind king has secrets dark and morose
He'd like it if we were like him
All the dark days spent in the maze
Have made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are closed
Are we quite certain of all that we know?
Are we miscast or do we hold fast?
Have we the time for the final repast?

We better find out
The name of the game
Chance of a new world sunny and fine
Or of a burning, a branded design
Why are we here? We don't even know
Why are we here at the terminal show?

The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream
She wakes and she sleeps all alone
All of her fears are crowded in here
Laughing they pick at her bones
All roads lead here, none lead away
Are we quite certain we're here anyway?
Have we been wise or are we despised?
Have we the time for our final demise?

We better find out
The name of the game
Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay
Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay
Why are the vultures circling above?
Why can't we fight for the right to our blood?

We are demented, everyone knows
Misrepresented, coming to blows
Why are we here? We don't even know
Why are we here at the terminal show?

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