Euphoreador - Retreat Down The Long Haul lyrics

rate me

Been being sown up

Under the stitches

Been scratching off all my riches

Been digging ditches deeper, further

With the loins of my britches

And yet I still haven't found

A taste for above ground

To be sliding within great sleep's fold

Of nation-hood yourself

Get prepared for unnerving sites

And frights of passage

The tales the rails

The horse's hooves

Are the best of glues

To tie and bind the mind

Until we guess it's moves

Let's start being fucking kind<br />

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Thanks to razvan