We are the bastards of Eden,

or so it seems.

Another orphan dreaming,

of what they can bring.



Would you care for a pipe?

Can I get you a drink?

Would you care for a woman?

She might help you think.



We are the ones they pray for,

So I was told.

Another Sunday wasted,

Another story told.



Would you care for another whiskey?

I'll have one too.

Would you care for a woman,

who never cared for you?



You can take my hand,

put it over your heart.

You can take my soul,

we'll make a new start.

You can trust my friend,

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you won't be alone.

We are the bastards of Eden,

and we'll make a new home.



We are what?s left of Eden.

I guess it's true.

This world feels so small,

when you?re feeling blue.



I need a second chance,

to set things right.

I don't need an army.

No, I don't want to fight.



You can take my hand,

put it over your heart.

You can take my soul,

we'll make a new start.

You can trust my friend,

you won't be alone.

We are the bastards of Eden,

and we'll make a new home.

We?ll make a new home



(Thanks to Stampead for these lyrics)

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