Annu En Lat I H-Moll - Bjorn Olsson

We greet each day with bloodshot eyes The dirt of our labor still clinging to our hands Filled with our warped intentions The tread of our shoes filled with for

I find myself concerned For the common man These days Evil are the minds That push the divide Forced to live a life In fear that his future is on the wane Midni

Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus Homeless people living off crust And there's a beat up town car it's starting to rust Hard soles are kicking up dust Hal

They are the nameless victims of a generation lost Searching for somewhere to exist Held captive by our mistakes Weak and unable to resist Resentful minds have

How many times you say I'm through with this and you mull it over How many times you say I'm stickin' to this and you pull it over How many times you say I'm fi

Spirit They've Vanished - Animal Collective Shhh do you wanna hear a secret I know one In this place There's a bone in thigh Felt a change Where the links bent

Its what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers Faces on the wall we cant touch you but you move our hobby Reach into the hall step around t

And my lady said, When you're with a maid, Found your velcro shoes, It's a holiday, And run up to the village of our love, 'Cause happiness ain't being a swallo