Food Will Win The War - Cactus lyrics

rate me

Four years

I wanna go

Out with you

It's so cold

Gowanus Canal

In concrete boots

You've been warned

This is what you get

When you mess with us

You fucked up

Spout shit

Violate our trust

Bad news

Just heard

Worn out used up two-thirds

One flock

The rest are just

Dying birds

The cactus tree

The cactus me

It pricks my hand and wants to bleed

A short trip

Van Brunt's okay

To the water front

Some blown glass

Some carved wood

Gonna have some fun

A small shop

Petit caf