I still like the bonfires on Christmas Eve
With the orange glow and sparks above me
But my hands turn to fire every time you leave
Soon I’ll burn all these fuckers around me
Little by little the flames they rose
Over my head in the passing gum trees
And I’ll burn down your cities and then you’ll grieve
For this dead black land stretching before thee

I lived my life by my beliefs
But there’s a little black stain that trips me down deep
These thoughts they come to me while I pray
Because I touched those boys, those boys in the wrong way
Little by little the darkness it flows
Between my legs takes the loving from me
Because I did those things to those boys in need
I’ll kiss this metal when thy come to get me

I come from a land of fire and grief
My city did smoke and the fields they weep
Now I sit here in class while the children say
You talk kinda funny and we hate the way you pray
Little by little my hatred it grows
And my sister said they’ve been grabbing her throat
So I’ll do my duty for my people in need
And in a flash of light my god will free me

Little by little (repeat)

We grow
What we sow
And we won’t know
If we can’t grow
Yeah I grew these wings
And these pretty things

We steal
And we never heal
And we make deals
And then we squeal
Now I’m kicking heels


Lyrics submitted by middledistancerunner

Three Sins song meanings
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