We Had A Deal Nothing Can Move A Mountain
I've never been a friend of mine
but who's got time to think in this trench war?
we're digging our own graves
cause on open fields
we'd never stand a chance against this careless clowns
how should we become what they want us to?
if even god forgot we're treying?
from here on it's:
believers to the right and cynics to the left, boy.
so where do you see yourself in twenty years?
hey shepherd, with all that faith
you bore yourself to death so hang him high,
hang him high, so hang him high and let the birds do
the rest.
today i met a girl and by the tone of her voice you
could image her crying
lying broken bleeding on the floor, i wasn't the one
beatin her down, she took care of that herself.
we all take care of that ouselves
hey shepherd, with all that faith
you bore yourself to death so hand him high,
hang him high, so hang him high and let the birds do
the rest.
but still giving something up is never as dramatic as
it sould be.
but still giving yourself up is never as dramatic as it
should be.
the solution's becoming obvious now
so listen sheep, listen close.
every stage has a trapdoor
where we could hide ourselves in and we'll wait
we'll just wait until we run out of air
