歌词
The backwards falconer
The inside out cowboy with the upside down steer
Arms along the sides and on their braids
The marvels of the rich and underpaid
You should have checked yourself before checking them out
There's no movement besides the movement in your bowels
Assurances were made in terms of making you smile
I like to think of myself in terms of a gathering storm
Or that I'm recruiting an army of heathens from the north
To strike the very heart, the very core
To raise our voice 'til it can't be ignored
I wonder if the effort ever equals the worth
Watching the sun giving head to the earth
Inspiring the atoms in my body to burst
Let's break out on ten
You weren't really with, no you weren't without
You know enough to know you won't be figuring it out
Sometimes it's just enough to interlock for a while
Although it isn't free doesn't mean you're not free to try
You're not one to talk, yet you've been talking all night
I've drunk so much my body must be 90% wine
Written by: Simon Stalhamre
