referring to the wrinkle bus schedule
you keep on your living room floor
i noticed the last 43 passed 10 minutes ago
as i make up my mind
to take the long walk home
something reminds me of 1778
out among the frontlines
they're dying for our asses

someone read a prayer or poem
before it's too late
we're sharpening our bayonets
on the first of the season
as a raquet crew assembles
in the green mountain state

la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la

we'll hide beneath the canopy
from well-trained arrows
as i log in cacography
to the jounal that i've kept
and the last drop of liquor
turns a fraud as i honest
and big trucks are piling
in the new falling snow
their greasy gears ceasing
in the clean, quiet snow

Lyrics submitted by greenpurse

Northern Spies song meanings
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