Hey boy settle down,
you're waking everybody on the battleground
Hey boy watch your mouth,
some words will get you places or a bed in the ground

We're brothers, brothers
We're not entirely mad
like vultures in the hot sun
We will look after the dead

Well everyone you knew
Has called to change the rules
So I will ask you true
Can you really kill my blues?

Jesus was a secondhand son to me
Now hes drowning sanctuarys in the narrow sea
Well anybodys corporate king
Our hollow heads are broken but we know what it means to be

Lovers, lovers
no we ain't trying no more
Like sunshine in your black eyes
We only see what we want

Lord you left me here
Everyone I know
Has drawn another map to burn my home
And melt me into gold
Can you really steal my throne?
And my soul?

So lift your heavy souls
'Cause we're only growing old
We'll be when you waiting you die


Lyrics submitted by zedblack

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