Paroles de Necropolitan

Drink a spoon From this river Play a tune For a wicked soul Here we flow Down this river Acheron Dressed in sunday clothes You tame us in this churchyard when we go Mom, hey, when do we go? Thought it over S.m.s Cross the river Epigraphs We are what we read Necropolitan Previous issues Magazines We tame in our old garage when they age Mom, hey, when do we go? Thought it over In this windy afternoon Garages sleep upon their doom They dream of smoke They dream the day When all the papers burn Burn burn burn burn burn Burn down burn down low Down down down down low Down down down down low Down down below