Paroles:
Atlas

your woe and flesh there in have you gone half dead... yet...yet have you to let the worst most be as if it were atlas to your world of cope. and

Yes shall we take a spin again in business This time is fixed lets sweeten our facilities It took all the man in me To be the dog you wanted me to be

momma in the dark Go find the arc Show them the atlas' marker You walk into school like you got nothin' to win They won't let you in without atlas' marker

Card carrying members Oh, we're the Lords of the Atlas We're the Lords, yeah, we're the Lords of the Atlas Yeah, we're the Lords of the Atlas Sitting

A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds Will get sand in his face when kicked to the ground. And soon in the gym with a determined chin, The sweat from

off Scot-fucking-free And we all did This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone This truckers atlas

You've seen it all a thousand times (You've seen it all a thousand times) You've heard it all before (You've heard it all before) You've danced the steps

in the dark Go find the arc Show them the Atlas' 'n' Marker You walk into school like you got nothin' to win They won't let you in without Atlas' 'n'

desk in the city we find Our trembling punch-drunken fighter Who can't find the strength now to punish The length of the ribbon in his little typewriter Poor fractured Atlas