Composer: Tyler Mitchell Blakslee, Dan Jaquint, Jared Nisch, Mike Reed, Michael Teager
Lyrics
There's so many bulls-eye brigades that we're tired
The shop rats are under attack and a man needs a rest from the temper
The alley rats are under attack and a man needs a rest from the thundering racket
Que sera
We are a crime of the temper
Que sera
Que sera
There is a ragged parade 'neath the windmills of our mercy tonight
There is a ragged hand at the cannon
And that's a crime of the temper
There is a crime of the temper
There is a crime
Hats off to the heathen and the orphan
Hats off to the passionate few
"Come draw back your bows," say all the lovers of the lovers of the city
"There ain't no laws at all for the arrows of the young"
And that's a crime of the temper
And there is a crime of the temper
And there is a crime to the light
And there is a choir from the gables of the rooftops to the gutters
There is a crime of the light
There is a crime of the holiest passion
There is a crime of the light
There is a choir, an exhausted choir
Come on and draw back your elegant arrows
Make your love and come draw back your bows
Tear your hearts out for the holy thugs and the hanging
Tear your hearts out and come dance the night away
Come on and dance the night away
Que sera
Come dance the night away
Que sera
Come dance the night away
Come dance the night away