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
Masquerade was written by Zachary Feinberg & Edward George Williams & David Shaw.
Masquerade was produced by Ben Ellman.
The Revivalists released Masquerade on Tue Mar 11 2014.