Broken Breads The New Pornographers

[Verse 1]
I could have lived without the whores and their monies
I suppose that father knows best (where the wind blows)
You could always see into the dark for miles around
My job was to try and make a sound
Then

[Chorus]
I heard the call of, I heard the call to, screaming "I don't wanna"
I saw the girls, the new world minstrels, whispering "I don't wanna"
Tormented kings, your children of the earth sing:
"La dadadada dada dai dai dai dai"
Under an embalmed clear sky
Under an embalmed clear sky

[Verse 2]
I foresee that you'll be weakened, the children of New York, gosh
And I can tell you can't live without it
Who was I to come between a whore and her money?
Yes, there is a war: boys versus girls, clowns versus their curls

[Interlude]
"La dadadada dada dai dai dai dai"

[Verse 3]
I invested well and heavily into your antics
I requested "Suicide Blonde" loudly
Yes, there is a war, it's much like the one I've been waiting for:
Boys versus girls, clowns versus their curls