Из альбома: The Big Dirty

play with the bow at the bridge tune your voices to minor chords this is the lowest we've ever been until we bend for the offering
we're giving a knee jerk response to the awe we come strapped to the bed, on display from the duty of tour they picked up the signals we tapped to the visitors
our sea legs were lost on the march from the graves to the cross we brandish the plague of the middleman's heart
sing the rats through the gate
I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car but I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones
if I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around so course is the world
we're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust
we'll never make it home alive
play with the bow at the bridge
all girls buy the enemy line woe such remarkable woe hold sight of him
point him outI was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car but I met with the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones
if I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around so course is the world
we're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust
war come with us home

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