Mayday Mayday We've left our heyday Searching the coffers For empty offers I don't know why You trust the sky You must like your lies from blue eyes Vacate Vacate You'll never placate These men who train To train their sights And close their eyes We may not know what It takes to make a good life Guided by the gods to whom you sacrifice All the good things in your life But we don't want to know what It takes to make a good life Guided by the gods to whom you sacrifice All the good things in your life