Текст песни A Month In The Country

After a month in the country, nothing A boring nation at war with itself But not really at war with itself Is it true you had fantasies to awake to You were there way before the breakthrough After a month in the country, nothing A boring nation at war with itself Its figures laid flat on the shelf Is it true you had fantasies to awake to You were there way before the breakthrough It's only fair to duly note Demoted, two ranks slashed, for your fatness Was far-ranging from gold to not so gold Sealing those secrets, down goes another mouth A better cause there never was, a better cause There never was For a giant among smaller giants Blessed kingpin, Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer I will crush your bones To make the meats that I come home to Blessed kingpin, Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer I will crush your bones To make the meats that I come home to Blessed kingpin, Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer I will crush your bones To make the meats that I come home to