Chris Thile

Salt (In The Wounds) Of The Earth, Pt. 3
There you go again Judging You gotta count to ten Or something I don't know Maybe take a couple deep breaths Ahh Like so Look at all the ins and outs and call a mistrial Where everybody wins You know who needs a judge? Judges Go on tell 'em They ain't the boss of us Louder Yeah Let's hear your gavel falling with a thud That's more like it Everybody wins as long as no one loses And no one should be them And so we run you heirs of peace aground It's hellish there unleash the hounds SongtexteTo covеr your retreat And build a barricade around Your smoldеring beliefs You're loathe to share because they've grown so soul-crushingly weak And When you've finished harvesting the fear we've sewn We'll lay for you a famine like you've never known Whatcha gonna do? We've helped better wolds than yours to self-destruct You'll all be singing what the godforsaken fuck To no one from the bellies of your mobile phones And we savor your damnation with our Lord below Whatcha gonna do? Ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Aus Songtexte Mania