Letra de Crash Gathering in Sparrow Hills

Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes Everybody wakes up with their eyes Men and their knuckles will win Because men and their knuckles give in To the pounding flesh in the rot masquerade Like dinks that piss in a piss-piss parade Souls that rots in soldiers with their eyes Everybody gonna freeze up from their eyes You and your ribs will win And the constant right corporals will win The peacocks gleam in the bush parade And the burning glaze portraits are a flashing charade Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes Everybody gonna wake up with their eyes The gathering at Sparrow Hills Occurred in the valley's dank, dank thighs Hulls back to their boats