Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Shins
Performer
James Mercer
Vocals
Greg Kurstin
Keyboards
Joe Plummer
Drums
Nik Freitas
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Mercer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Mercer
Co-Producer
Greg Kurstin
Producer
Jesse Shatkin
Engineer
Graeme Gibson
Engineer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Brian Lucey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He's the son of a government man
And a pillar of salt
I was born with blood on my hands
And have all the signs of a bleeding heart
Livin' high on a giant hawk
On a mountain so steep
Keep your head in a hollow log
As the ruling fog are about to creep
[Verse 2]
What have we done?
How'd we get so far from the sun
Lost, lost in an oscillating phase
Where a tiny few catch all of the rays
[Verse 3]
Out beyond the western squalls
In an indian land
They work for nothing at all
The don't know the mall or the layaway plan
Dig yourself a beautiful grave
Everything you could want
Maybe those invisible slaves
Are too far away for a ghost to haunt
[Verse 4]
What do we charge?
Letting go of a claim so large
Oh, all of our working days are done
But a tiny few are having all of the fun
Get used to the dust in your lungs, hmm
[Verse 5]
Is there no way down
From this peak to solid ground
Without havin' our gold teeth
Pulled from our mouths?
[Verse 6]
Make me a drink strong enough
To wash away the dishwater world they said was lemonade
Walk with me after the show
Maybe we can find a way through the minefield in the snow
[Verse 7]
What do they charge?
Letting go of a claim so large
Oh, all of our working days are done
But a tiny few are having all of the fun
Apologies to the sick and the young
Get used to the dust in your lungs
Written by: James Mercer

