State Radio Held Up By The Wires
Bought the old farmland for a song
Sold it for many reasons
Too many of them wrong
Horseshoe bets and the women that came along
Blind-drunk on their demon rum
Is knowledge a product of his holiness
A mad cousin to his loneliness
Maniacs in cages
And patriots and sages
A cruel old/on telling of the books
But I'll not give
Myself, to the ground
I kill more than I
Live so slowly
Live so slowly
Master dies by his own hired hand
Half a day later, father's hanging from the steeple
Strongest body of thieves to ever scourge the land
To ever pillage a people
(or)
Say one thing and then do another
Bunker down in your alsatian den
We 'aint got room for your politics here
Politicians make a bad name for the con-man
And water felt like burning metal
Set off by a dying sun
Them women they circle
Like covered wagons crying
Their loved ones back from where they, gone
And I'll not give
Myself to the ground
I kill more than I
Live so slowly
Live so slowly
Don't let them go I wont stay
Don't let them go I wont stay
Don't let them go I wont stay
Don't let them go I wont stay
Don't let them go I wont stay
Don't let them go I wont stay
Don't let them go I wont stay
Don't let them go I wont stay
(or)
Allow this life to go on
Let it roll along
Sun never rise
Allow this life to go on...
Sun never rise
