Lyrics:
& boy we chewed.
well, the whales come
one by one
to die at my hand.
i am the whaler.
earn your urn.
the summertime.
We could ride, we could ride.
Take my hand and watch the world go by.
Laugh or cry, well we need to try, get off the line, time to fly.
Oh,
Into worship
Keep your finger on the pulse
'cause the vein has been cut
And the blood has become my religion
I've replaced the walls of my
predict his mood by what the clouds would do
We befriended the weather
I found my mother on the road
Her hands were shaking
Nothing bad could ever
Working in the rain cutting up wood
Didn't do my little brother much good
Lost two fingers in a chainsaw bite
All he does now is drink and fight
He
Hands and fingers, arms and neck
For the promise to find out
What it is all about
It's already down to heads or tails
Moira did belief in virtue
the light for those castles in the sky
You sit and wonder why
The Ashen hand of reason
Wraps its cloak around your dream
Admonitory fingers
You fade
Bloody mess out out here in the bus stop
And your girl she's gonna give
Me that top, top, top
Drive bys on the cops pull
Up to the bus stop!
Kids
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
You tryna break free but you can’t get loose (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
You work your fingers to the bone but no recognition (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
So kom kry my by die
gun and get up for a kill
My name is called but I shoot still
My barrel emptied, my captain shouts
On the whistle we'll all charge out
One by one we
On a winding trail in the moors in late November
When the air hangs damp with the rain that can't quite fall
See the standing stones loom tall
Grasped by
hand is in mine with our fingers entwined, oh love now how soon it shall be
Although waiting it seems never-ending and the hours they pass without haste
on your face
Changing white fingers
For men in the sand
Burning bright spears
That you hold in your hand
Grey children you've spawned
They just won't
of the book are closing
And you're stuck in between
Holding out your hands
So undeserving
All you want you cannot have
Easy come, easy go
Not enough to pay
I'll take you there to breathe the air
The southern seas command it
And fill your hands with grains of sand
Let time slip through your fingers
Long
We're one in the same
A story's end, a written epitaph
In binary code
Bereaving is editing
A simple choice, a tiny death
Parallel, it swings
even punch in, the twirl of our wrist from one platform to the
next,
the late eating, the constant eating, the munchies, the not eating, the diet,
By the length of your sleeve
But the stem of every finger
Has me blowin in a breeze
Of flyin leaves
So this makes us both a party
To our own public
She's a thorn - like a spike
but i just cannot brush her aside
she holds her hands up high - with quivering fingers
watch her cringe - afraid of my
Faceless generation
Legacy of pain
Blistered hands and fingers
Dark skies ruled by flame
Take this generation
It doesn't have to be this way
It's not
My baby blew by me like I wasn't there|She's in a powerful hurry to get somewhere|You can get you some of this if you play your cards right|Ooh, I
I love you and I'll never let you go
So take me in the hand and walk on by
For the life this has to offer twists inside
Now your woman has
at the Bethlehem wall!
All joking aside, five fingers wide
Should the bed of the bride be despair
Tell your parents it's true
Though I'd never physically hurt
Oh list to the strains of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand
Oh remember his fingers could once move more
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