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Pet Shop Boys

The Lost Room

 

The Lost Room

(album: Lost - 2023)


Sent away to school
We were taught to march and shoot and take our discipline in teams
They trained us to be hard
For cruelty and manhood are synonymous, it seems
And we knew camaraderie

In the Lost Room, our hideaway
We would play the strangest games that any boy might like to play
In the Lost Room, both night and day
Candles flickered, casting shadows on the monsters and their prey

Mother, I wrote to you
But your answers only said that it's important to be brave
Father was far away
In a corner of the empire where we never shall be slaves
For we know camaraderie

In the Lost Room a boy could see
How survival of the fittest meant destruction of the weak
In the Lost Room, a tyranny
Was imposed by those who crowed they'd never turn the other cheek

Crash and then again
But the servants cleaning dormitories can't hear what we say
Crack, it's only pain
And important to be disciplined when war is on the way
They say
We will obey

In the Lost Room, our hideaway
We would play the strangest games that any boy might like to play
In the Lost Room, both night and day
Candles flickered, casting shadows on the monsters and their prey
In the Lost Room a boy could see
How survival of the fittest meant destruction of the weak
In the future, as time would tell
Running riot under orders would create a living hell

Lost
Mother, I'm lost
Lost
Mother, I'm lost

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