Слова:
Grave

Your brains went black, when she took back her love And put it out into the sun, the birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were

Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods Bend your body to the heavens above Don't get drunk, don't get dry Just bring your money next Saturday night Fourteen

Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking fire Going down to the sea They got people to meet Shaking

There's nobody, there's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't get from there to here You can't get here to there There's nobody, there's no mountain

From these shores where we belong I have seen the land beyond Where the Lord is strange and strong I have seen the land beyond There's no telling who

Open up the door Lay the orange juice on the floor We're having a picnic on the other side of town There's sleeping bags and fire And it's getting down

Seventeen years in the city, static clinging to the ceiling Never did I think it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Never did I

, they can dig two graves Surely the good Lord won't ask me to be that strong 'Cause it kills me just to think about you being gone They can dig two graves

Jesus died to wash your sins away Oh, please heed His call, in sin don?t fall We?re getting closer to the grave each day We?re getting closer to the grave