Oh stick around and take it in
  The more you see the closer we'll be
  I visualize us falling from the towers of the 20th century
  Where people are in magazines and video their sleeping casually
  Where a cast of iron children are contemplating anarchy
  I'm talking soul years
  I'm talking about the soul years
  I'm talking soul years
  The seed that fell on stoned ground has risen now
  And needs to be reused
  And patients with their minds undone
  Will need to have their living years decreased
  The telephones are screaming
  As the whole metallic structure starts to burn
  Which goes to show the more you know
  The more you still have to learn
  I'm talking soul years
  Rm talking about the soul years
  I'm taking soul years
  I'm talking about the soul years
  Repeat chorus
  The missionaries have all gone
  The patent leather nuns have come to sing
  The matadors are drowned in blood
  The bull has won I knew he would be king
  The disappointed drunken hordes
  Are ravaging the daughters of the state
  Another fitting end to a beautiful and sunny summer day
  I'm talking soul years
  I'm talking about the soul years
  I'm taking soul years
  I'm talking about the soul years