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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “Lyrics: You’re the one with the gun, spill the blood and now the poet is gone / So’s his son / Watch them bleed in the street from their hands and feet / A crowd would sweep the city for a party of guns / But their ghosts said the killer was one / So I will follow the scent of the train and know where you’ve run As for me I believe in one thing now / That a man is born free of fault or sin / But the day that that man follows bad arrows / He’ll remain in my chains till kingdom come Don’t tempt me the wound is more beautiful / Now that I’ve got all my ducks in a row / See I’m saving my money for America / Where I’ll buy all my sins’ weight in gold But I dream as my son and wife go hungry / As a man I should hunt tomorrow’s bread / Find the smile that stands every day at sunrise in the doorway of the Miracle Inn / Big change they will pay me if I swallow my pen / And I dust off my gun like they told me and follow the plan / So I will follow the cents that they pay me and deliver their man Oh I gave my smile as payment / To the morning before I ran / I returned his shots in defense / I killed his shadow and then I ran As for me I believe in one thing now / I’ll remain in his chains till kingdom come / From this train I can hear his dogs acomin’ down the valley on a shadow of death / Chilling cries of revenge for the poet who’s dead And all my bones he will break and deform cause he’s in love with his chains / So I follow my sense to the future and stay on this train / Yeah I will ride common sense to the future and stay on this train from Language of Ghosts, released September 30, 2014 Scott Zuniga-Vocals, Guitars, Electric Piano / Emilie Zuniga-Vocals / Maurice Chammah-Violin / Christopher Cox-Bass / Wayne Salzmann II-Drums, Percussion“
