Letra de National Hum

Your mayor is raising fences to keep bodies off the Don Valley Parkway. Send your praises to the mechanics of the state Singing sweetly from the mess into the valley of the damned More and more neglected hands, Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution, youth is not absolution They say 'I hate that sound! When the porcine jamboree hits my town, I've got a few words for the graceless herd! The state ain't my shepherd!" More and more neglected hands, Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution, youth is not absolution Ole! to the kids the state ain't my shepherd! More and more neglected hands, Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, Working on a new solution, Youth is not absolution