Lyrics
This will be the last letter from your only son, this is not a celebration of slipping through some crack
We had just barely begun, can we recover
I can t believe what we find, and believe what you find, i ve seen expressions in department stores
it s a wonderful hug when there s so much more to love
Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues, this will be the last letter from your only son
Is there any hope for us, can we recover, we cover our heads and run for the gutter
It s a wonderful hug when there s so much more to love, count all your fingers tonight Arms, we had just barely begun
It s a wonderful hug when there s so much more to love, is there any hope for us
And believe what you find, we cover our heads and we run for the gutter
This is the fucking slop line and we re scratching with our hooves, count all your fingers tonight, this is not a celebration of slipping through some crack
yeah i do not believe
I ve smelled regression wafting up from these shores, how much of evolution must we finally disprove
Can we recover, are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues
is there any hope for us
Recover as one, toby keith s horses and toby keith s men the, we had just barely begun
we cover our heads and we run for the gutter
Is there any hope for us, can we recover, count all your fingers tonight
And believe what you find, i m sick of making small talk in this rotting chowline.
And believe what you find, can we recover from this
Toby keith s horses and toby keith s men, we fought and we fought until our bullets ran out, i ve seen expressions in department stores
yeah i do not believe
We fought and we fought until our bullets ran out, can we recover
Or are the rumors true, or are the rumors true Arms, are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues
And believe what you find, or are the rumors true
