Please, do resurrect me Besieged by falling dreams Hold them tightly Adorn my wings to thee In Houston I'll be Another angel, more a demon's part The sun will call me back When the day is just a lie Rats! In your temptation Take the sky for all to see In sheer elation At your end in history Another angel, more a demon's part The sun will call me back When the day is just a dream Rats! And when I said I'd never kneel again What I really meant Was fucking pull a bitch whose time is spent Rats! Another angel, more a demon's part The sun will call me God Fuck Rats! Unite with ravens on their shadow flight With mine a eternal light Gravity is just a mortal's rising blood Fucking say again And when I said I'd never feel the same I'll be taken as we fight for me These songs and more are played by a talented troupe of travelling troubadours Featuring the likes of Misha, the electric lightbulb Mansoor Who is voted the 23rd most influential person in Brown Magazine And can be found on the cover of this month's Mocha Emporium And look, up in the sky It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Trent Reznor No, it's Jake Bowen and his seven strings of wonder Rounding off the trio of stringsmen is Alex Boyce The man with the arms of steel and the arse of a skunk On drums is Matt Halpern The only man who can break three cymbals with one swing of the stick Our lead singer will be Spencer Sotelo Whose voice goes up like an angel And down like a wounded ox Last but not least is Tom Murphy Providing the rumble from down under And is the only member of Periphery Decent enough for the institution of marriage Experience heavy metal at its finest Periphery, love that shit