Spartacus, Please Songtext
von Soft Plastics

"Spartacus, Spartacus, please,"
Our angels cry in unison
A play that they play to please
Codifying nature′s warring songs
Spartacus, Spartacus, please
Ou could have laid your weapons down
Suffering plays to please, and makes the breeze feel slightly warm

And the light of this morning
Shall rest on the shoulders of nearly everyone
And the hooting of this owl reminds me
Of a saxophone played for the dying sun
Wine equals rage and life equals rain, and the storms still stun
Senses no longer can register bitter from fun


Spartacus, Spartacus flee
The troops will throw their throwing bombs
Angela Angela pleads
"Run to my father's town!"
Spartacus, Spartacus weave
Your cloak has a hole in its flank
Angela Angela leaves
Her eyes cast down to the river′s bank

And the light of this morning
Shall rest on the shoulders of nearly everyone
And the hooting of this owl reminds me
Of a saxophone played for the dying sun
The audience weeps
The stage set is steep, and the nails are long
Islands there are where you might buy a sleep for a song

I really want to be the lead actor