Powderfinger Capoicity
Honesty is out of style
So hammer in the coffin nails
A message sent across to land
With kisses for you
We'll tell them nothing
Our little secret
They'll never make us, ever open up
Tradition in and out the door
Family our fatal flaw
A future frameless in design
A seamless concept
We'll tell them nothing
Our little secret
They'll never make us
Ever open up
Never break our trust
Until we're coffin dust
When this feeling fades
It'll all seem like a waste
The fragile bond has shaken loose
This secret love a shrinking noose
Suffocated on the truth
Left with nothing
