Who sings this song?
Who knows my head?
Who broke my knife?
Who sings the wastes
When the sun shows its red?
Who suffers fools?
Who suffers stains?
In the real crooked boats
In the bottom of pastures
The cotton clouds sing:
"I am the post between the land and the bridge.
Yea, I call my believers to brandish
Their photographs of fathers in pools?"
Golden bomb
Who sings this song
That explodes in my palm?
Who makes these veins
That pulsate in your dawn?
Where you are you are you are
Slow down, the government is allowed
Where's the sun? Where's the sun?
Suck your berries or the train will not come
Proceed to my front door
Institutes must be the boyfriends of lies
With my eyes closed
Pavements sing of your daughter's reign
She's eating pills and calling him again
Who sings this song?
Who breaks my bread?
Who calls the brave?
There is a matter in the block
In the city, get paid
Who sings in pools
By the river that's stained?
By the pool in the backyard
In the pasture, I'll lie
With your trembling legs
"I am the post between the land and the bridge.
Yea, I call my believers to brandish
Their photographs of fathers in pools?"
Golden bomb
Who sings this song
That explodes in my palm?
Who makes these veins
That pulsate in your dawn?
Where you are you are you are
Slow down, the government is allowed
Where's the sun? Where's the sun?
Suck your berries or the train will not come
Proceed to my front door
Institutes must be the boyfriends of lies
With my eyes closed
Pavements sing of your daughter's reign
She's eating pills and calling him again
