Violent Femmes

(written by Billy Corgan)



columbus sailed on many moons

on a sea of hope

i'll be back it won't be soon

with every word I wrote

it's gone



a sentence in a dusty book

on a spartan shelf

the guards hold up her falling roof

with everything they know

it's gone/gone/gone



upon the shores of avalon

a soldier rests his head

the birds pick up the sweetest spot

to build their lonely nest

it's gone/gone/gone

it's gone/gone/gone



mother/i cried/mother/i cried

for us/for us



we pull the tree up by it's roots

it's shade no longer full

the fish hide in the longest reeds

ignoring their own rules

it's gone/gone/gone



spinning a new parasol

she gathered up the street

they used far too much dynamite

to bring down 300 hundred feet

of the wheel



kaleidiscopes of spinning tales

that i'd onedaywrite

the island fell to disrepair

it fell right from my sight

it's gone/gone/gone

gone/gone/gone



mother/i cried/mother/i cried

for us/for us



the horses dug the deeper pits

with strength herefor not seen

we lived for gods we cannot see

but lived upon our wings

it's gone/gone



and everything I ever loved

i loved way too soon

a pauper plays his final act

refusing to lose

it's gone/gone/gone



the men they will still hoist aglass

to every fallen friend

they tore the castle down so quick

never thinking of the end

it's gone/gone/gone



mother/i cried/mother/i cried

for us/for us



the years don't need your oxygen

they need your summer rain

a temple to a single train

delivered on the rust

it's gone/gone/gone



he drew the lines upon her breast

stopping to his eye

she stood and watched the ships come in

passing on her left

they're gone/gone/gone





i reached for their benevolence

cast in endless gold

our cold is pure will to change

when everything is sold

it's gone/gone/gone

gone/gone/gone



mother/i cried/mother/i cried