Blackout at the terror trials
Its the 16th year of their wars…
Im pacing shotgun hallways while my fucking neighbor snores…
But I swear hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore…
Theres ravens in the gum trees
Theres ravens in the gum trees
Theres ravens in the gum trees
Theres ravens in the gum trees
Singing This one by proxy,
Singing That one by gun,
Singing This one in water,
Singing That one in mud
I live by the railroad, I dont get no sleep
Four corners resplendent with indie-rock creeps
I just want some action
This bright boys getting old
This town is too damn cold
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action!
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio…
The economics of our trembling selves
The palsied pits where bad hearts yell…
Let it be done.
Let it be soon.
13 blues for thirteen moons
Youre cold of heart
And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings
This filthy moat in which we swim
Is not our fate
These stubborn limbs
These open hands
These wicked winds
The hearts of birds keep on thundering…
Let it fall down.
Man, let it be soon.
13 blues for thirteen moons…
In gated chambers they did meet
With cardboard stockings upon their feet
And tattled long their tattered road
And none did ease the others load
The leaden lips of spittled gloom
Where leaders lunch on meat and ruin
And depth and light, have long been truant,
While our nations shores go on bleeding into the ocean…
Let it come down.
Let it be soon
13 blues for thirteen moons…
The hangmans got a hard-on,
The pretty minstrels sway
The pundit reeks of coffin
The banker rapes a maid
The hangmans got a hard-on,
The pretty minstrels sway
The pundit reeks of coughin
The banker rapes a maid
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing