Savage Night At The Opera Lyrics

A savage night at the opera
Another savage night at the club
Let’s face it, old souls like us are being born to die
It’s not a war till someone loses an eye

Yes, I’m familiar with your scene
Some would say shockingly uptight
21-gun salute to the Fallen Birds Of The Sky
I heard their record, it’s alright…
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value
Hey, Mystic Prince Of The Purlieu At Night
I heard your record, it’s alright…

You’ll never guess just what I’ve seen
A horse abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a dirtpile
Quatrain etched — hey, that’s your style!

You’ll never guess just where I’ve been
A life abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a turnstile
Just set the loop and then go wild