Mandarynne - William Patrick Corgan

Chinois faces, to arms we sleep

Gaslight ages presume a mortal thief

Unstrung the fetters on waxing swoon

For everyone pitching back

Tout le monde, it’s just like that

I’m fancy free on Eerie street

Guess you’re with me

Sure, we’re gonna make it alone

No one can break us and own

This sullen pair, the dagger queer

The opry bests, the vested gears

Since ghosts tend to wait on home to do their bleeding

Chinois faces, with cast aglow

Stake the races that roll pure dynamos

Servile like potters, the vanquished boast

Of everyone that’s carried back

Tout le monde, it’s just like that!

There’s no appeal, no deco zeal

No grand design

Sure, we’re gonna make it alone

No one can break us and own

A purse that flows, and failing east

It’s you that knows this moving feast

Skyward, look for what’s left

Friends recess, fresh heirs disown

Gaslights at home, where there’s a known unknown