Wide-open eyes blinking sometimes
Mouth gasping for air
Isaac, why that awful stare?
Well we are all animals sometimes
But there's nothing in this tragedy
Except a history of Irony
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that sweat man that blood off your chest
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that sweat man
That blood off your
Get that blood off your... chest
Rolling around under blue skies
That red vest's looking worn
Tattered by young matadors
The colour of love hugs the fresh snow
Well Isaac you should know
Abraham does what he's told
Abraham does what he's told
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that sweat man that blood off your chest
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that sweat man
That blood off your
Get that blood off your... chest
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that stress man that blood off your chest
Worked to the bone man we all need a rest
So wipe off that stress man
That blood off your
Get that blood off your
Get that blood off your... chest