I got a hand So I got a fist So I got a plan It's the best that I can do Now we'll say it's in God's hands But God doesn't always have the best goddamn
I heard all your reasons I heard all your plans I have seen the seasons Clutched up in your hands You're the one eyed feather You're the lion's mane
'm not in love with the modern world I'm not in love with the modern world It was a torch driving the savages back to the trees Modern world has more
I'll be home When hair has fallen out We'll be home When it reaches the ground We'll be home We'll be home Then We can sing Two cracks in the
At the party we got chained at the wrists Outside there's girls saying It's not gonna be just only a kiss Everyone's disguised just a little bit I
Sometimes they rock and roll Sometimes they stay at home and it's just fine This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart
Just the other night Body twisted and unfound You know it's there lying They are too dead but the body don't mind Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
I got a number on me I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun I am my father's son I am my father's son His bed is made I was a hero
When you're on your own Spread out on the mat Dead The highway's endless drone Something familiar And how we love the seasons that hide in our stomachs
You said you hate the sound Of the busses on the ground You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town Said pretend it's whales
away your trips from you and I could take away the salt from your eyes and take away the spitting salt in you and I could give you my apologies by handing
I got a number on me I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun I am my father's son I am my father's son His bed is made I was a hero Early
At the party we got chained at the wrists Outside there's girls saying It's not gonna be just only a kiss Everyone's disguised just a little bit I had
I'll be home When hair has fallen out We'll be home When it reaches the ground We'll be home We'll be home Then We can sing Two cracks in the crossbeams
I keep my head up tight I know my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Some folks float some are buried alive