Masquerade - The Revivalists

It’s a masquerade

with all the troops out on parade

Up till now we’ve saved

Every woulda, coulda, shoulda

that could’ve ever been made

Riding tall on a ten foot bicycle

Feeling small when I passed by city hall

I caught a glimpse of the night mayor dressed in black

taking nips from a flask filed with cognac

With the memory of R.C.N speckled in trash

I made a mad-hatter dash for the Frenchman stash

I hope a couple grams will last

Because there’s four lungs puffin' mama you can do the math

It’s a masquerade

with all the troops out on parade

Up till now we’ve saved

Every woulda, coulda, shoulda

That could’ve ever been made

Look at us now

Riding on the rooftops letting it out

You could have the same

We could be as one

We could find a solution in the sun

Now I’m breathing into you

And I don’t even know your name

If my breath’s enough to save your life

Why won’t it stop all these games?

Politicians playing with all of our minds

Wrecking all of our lives

They’re like blind surgeons in the dark

Their blue pens are scalpels in disguise

It’s a masquerade

Insecurity guard, there’s a force at the border

That won’t be let on

It’s a masquerade

with all the troops out on parade

Up till now we’ve saved

Every woulda, coulda, shoulda

That could’ve ever been made

Look at us now

Riding on the rooftops letting it out

You could have the same

We could be as one

We could find a solution in the sun

I don’t need to fall into all your lies

It’s all I see for you and I

I’m in a dream I’m holding on

I’ll be here you’ll be gone

Hurry, hurry, hurry I need you now

In the dark we find the sound