And We Should Die Of That Roar - All Gone

All Gone

I pulled a shoe off of a dead horse
God, I wished I had a pickup truck
Wiped the bloodstain with my shirt sleeve
I really could’ve used some luck

Got my best foot on a dead course
So I was feelin’ kinda stuck
And I was feelin’ kinda thirsty
So I gave my horseshoe for a buck

Trouble under the blue moon
Trouble under the burning sun
Trouble all around
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister run, run, run
There’ll be no more trouble when we’re all gone

Yeah I wished I had some whiskey
To conceal that pungent stench
Of putrefaction in the air
From rotting bodies in the trench

And everywhere my eyes could see
A panoramic view of death
And all the while my lungs would bleed
In everlasting fight for breath

Trouble under the blue moon
Trouble under the burning sun
Trouble all around
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister run, run, run
There’ll be no more trouble when we’re all gone

And those poor bastards still alive
Mangled, bloated, drained of will
March in ranks with emptied eyes
Staggering ‘round the Misty Hill

Sometimes they act as if they see me
I’d swear I heard them call my name
And their tears felt just like needles
Coming down like pouring rain

Trouble under the blue moon
Trouble under the burning sun
Trouble all around
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister run, run, run
There’ll be no more trouble when we’re all gone

Written by:
HARIS AGIC

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