We march into the city wounded but sound
Showered by the praises from the unclean crowds
Inside the throne room we feel so at ease
It's as God intended and I'm sure he'd agree
We are victorious, we are young
With all the time in the world to regret what we've done
Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall
They'll celebrate our victory with pomp and circumstance
Our faces grace the currency, the school rooms and stamps
Holidays and avenues, boulevards and parks
Our names ring on forever, shining beacons in the dark
We are victorious, we are young
With all the time in the world to regret what we've done
Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall
Generations later will come to tear us down
Rip us from our pedestals then wheel us out of town
Melt us down for daggers, zeal and rage
Destroy our plazas, jackhammer our names
We are victorious, we are young
With all the time in the world to regret what we've done
Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall
Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall
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