Letras:
Matthew Good Lights Of Endangered Species

You know how it goes Maybe these feet were made for walking away So I don't really use them Living in ditches is all well and good When you get to choose

the memory of something gone wrong Slip the darkness down to the harbour Feel your star dress, burn in the water Forget your promise, turn out your light

Lie and say to me extraordinary fades Not without degree, hid or sent away Across a boundless sea prison shores ebb Where man become machine looks death

Forty days and forty nights Learn to swim you'll be all right Pull the pin and see the light Ya, we're all shallow's low Down the dawn treader All

In Hell, we will all burn brightly Bank dollars could turn our lead to gold Blue collar man tread lightly Blue collar baby gonna dance Gonna do what