Black Lungs (Abbey Road Version)

[Verse 1]
Do you cross your heart when you hope to die?
Are you sleeping deep in the hurricane?
IVs in the arm, forgetting to feel
We're crawling on all fours
Will you fall on that sword at the second coming?
You're gonna taste the ash and dust
'Cause this world is dying in our arms

[Pre-Chorus]
Now the wheels are turning
What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning?

[Chorus]
You wanna make your Hell a reality?
Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
If they dare to breathe, whoa-oh
Sure sounds like Heaven to me
You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
No placе to go if we don't believе
If we don't believe, whoa-oh
Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint

[Verse 2]
Gave us a Judas steer we can deify
Yeah, we all pretend we're the renegades
So wash us away, garrotted by a halo
Take a bow 'cause time's running out
There's no doubt that the end is coming
You're gonna taste the ash
You're gonna taste the dust
'Cause this world is dying in our arms

[Pre-Chorus]
Now the wheels are turning
What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning?

[Chorus]
You wanna make your Hell a reality?
Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
If they dare to breathe, whoa-oh
Sure sounds like Heaven to me
You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
No place to go if we don't believe
If we don't believe, whoa-oh
Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint

[Post-Chorus]
Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint

[Bridge]
Post-love, post-truth
Justice lays bound and black-bagged, ready for the guillotine
We can all plead guilty when they ask
"Where were you when the gods
Clipped the wings off the phoenix?"
They clipped the wings off the phoenix, ah!
When will we wrestle the world
From the fools and their gold
And the fucking covenant (We're done waiting)
Will enough be enough when we're holding on for dear life?

[Chorus]
You wanna make your Hell a reality?
Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
If they dare to breathe, whoa-oh
Sure sounds like Heaven to me
You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
No place to go if we don't believe
If we don't believe, whoa-oh
Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint

[Post-Chorus]
It's enough to plague a saint
It's enough to plague a saint
It's enough to plague a saint

[Outro]
Oh!
Urgh, we can all plead guilty when they ask
"Where were you when the gods
Clipped the wings off the phoenix?"