Oaken doors
Shut tight to the godless roar
Of a black wind laying bare the land

Silver plates
Heavy with coins that should be saved
While houses they grow dim and cold
Vessels with no soul

Oooh desperate minds
Feeding on the fatted calf
Of desperate times
Oooh desperate minds
Feeding on the fatted calf
Of desperate times

Golden thread
Swapped for charcoal suits instead
Hiding in plain sight for all to see

A knowing glance
In the cabinet room and the figures dance
The chosen will do as they please
And the faithful drop to their knees

Oooh desperate minds
Feeding on the fatted calf
Of desperate times
Oooh desperate minds
Feeding on the fatted calf
Of desperate times

Desperate times..
Desperate times..

Oooh desperate minds
Feeding on the fatted calf
Of desperate times
Oooh desperate minds
Feeding on the fatted calf
Of desperate times