Class Blue - Sparta

She’s got a polite amount of cocaine

She’s got hands on a bottle of good champagne

And she says, «Oh, I’m gonna die»

Unamazing grace, it won’t be found

He’s a bridge, a bridge that you can burn

You get in line and wait your turn

And he says, «Oh, I’m gonna die»

Unamazing grace, it won’t be found

You set me free

You set me free

You set me free

You set me—

You can’t get back what you haven’t given

And this life is hardly living

And you say, «Oh, we’re gonna die»

Unamazing grace, it won’t be found

No thanks, I’ve been spoken for

There’s someone at home that I adore

But I say, «Oh, we’re gonna die»

Unamazing grace, it won’t be found

You set me free

You set me free

You set me free

You set me—