New Ways of Living Songtext
von Destroyer

Maybe I should have loved you
Maybe I should have sworn not to be born
of this wretched glove too soon
But a dragon needs room; a dragon needs room; a dragon needs room...
to run, run, run

I was a desert in love with extremes
You married well, a gentle woman of means who...
kept the word "Destroyer" embroidered on her jeans, too

I wore skins, I didn′t care who survived
The band foretold trends from spring of '85
They′re calling it "The New Decay"
Hey, so am I


Treacherous fop, don't be embarrassed
For looking good at your table on the terrace
that you call home
I'm sold to Paris, London, Rome′s too old for you
and your kind
Explosions wanna see what they can find
New ways of living...

It′s you and your kind
The new ways of living
It's you and your kind
The new ways of living
You and your kind
The new ways of living