They're dragging the river tonight Edwardian men saw things they cant unsee The dream died with the last of the goats All we have left is bodies and shit Oh, where? Where to now? Your best friends have all thrown you frowns Your heart is full up, sagging down Your legacy is 12 stone of mud and waste Send Trongoat, make haste And thus ends this tale No lessons learnt, no bridges left unburned The dream died with the last of the goats All that's left is 12 songs and my voice Oh, where? Where to now? Your best friends have all thrown you frowns Your heart is full up, sagging down Your legacy is 12 stone of mud and waste Send Trongoat, make haste Send Trongoat, make haste
Written by: Sam Draper
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