Fair To Midland A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara
If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,
A birds eye view of a burning bridge,
You've gone through ghost towns settle past,
Hoping the risk was worth a cause,
Oh, sound off the false alarm,
But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity,
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied,
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap,
So go by the wayside,
And never look back,
If you could spare me forty winks,
While you cry wolf and I count sheep,
What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests,
With backbones like a jellyfish,
Oh, stomp on your land again,
But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity,
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied,
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap,
So go by the wayside,
And never look back,
If you are keeping score then you are bound to win,
A ring side seat at the main event,
Oh, stomp on your land again,
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap,
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
