We told our children bout the foreign shore
When we threw our boots into the fire
We told em all about the tug of war
Wanna tell em bout the seed and the shovel
About the prison and the promised land
Gonna tell em bout the dream of the devil
About the hurting and the healing hand
That hand
Cause the music never lasts too long
for the singers and the endless song
When we heard our words up in the mirror
We told our children how to hold their tongue
When we held our heads beneath the river
We told em all about the iron lung
Gonna tell em bout the sins of the father
Bout the junkie and the jubilee
Gonna tell em bout the roots in the water
About the killing in the quiet night
of trees
Cause the music never lasts too long
for the singers and the endless song
All the morning kisses in the covers
They told our children what were their means
Until you wrapped your arms around another
And told em love was worth a pile of beans
Gonna tell em bout the call of the ocean
Bout the singers and the endless song
Gonna tell em bout the body and the motion
And how the music never lasts too long,
too long
Cause the music never lasts too long
for the singers and the endless song
(Bout the low-lit alley and the wedding band
Bout the first-born sucker in the spider's web)
(Bout the mind and the muscle and the weary mouth
And the heart and the hustle and the empty sky)
(Bout the tangle of truth and the perfect team
bout ???)
(Bout the butterfly kiss and the call for blood
Bout the ...? and the holy mud)
(more indiscernable verses til fadeout)
When we all ran back into the briars We told our children bout the foreign shore When we threw our boots into the fire We told em all about the tug of war Wanna tell em bout the seed and the shovel About the prison and the promised land Gonna tell em bout the dream of the devil About the hurting and the healing hand That hand Cause the music never lasts too long for the singers and the endless song When we heard our words up in the mirror We told our children how to hold their tongue When we held our heads beneath the river We told em all about the iron lung Gonna tell em bout the sins of the father Bout the junkie and the jubilee Gonna tell em bout the roots in the water About the killing in the quiet night of trees Cause the music never lasts too long for the singers and the endless song All the morning kisses in the covers They told our children what were their means Until you wrapped your arms around another And told em love was worth a pile of beans Gonna tell em bout the call of the ocean Bout the singers and the endless song Gonna tell em bout the body and the motion And how the music never lasts too long, too long Cause the music never lasts too long for the singers and the endless song (Bout the low-lit alley and the wedding band Bout the first-born sucker in the spider's web) (Bout the mind and the muscle and the weary mouth And the heart and the hustle and the empty sky) (Bout the tangle of truth and the perfect team bout ???) (Bout the butterfly kiss and the call for blood Bout the ...? and the holy mud) (more indiscernable verses til fadeout) Explain Request ×
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