The Brute Choir کے بول

Cow-call, and they were all calling together Describing the way to go I never hurt someone so young And I never held someone so sweet Makes me want to holler with them All the way down All the way down Their voices show the way How to hold it back See the end of the day Shut their mouths, shut their mouths And rip the pictures down Withdraw, withdraw, you live so far from town This is what makes a thing last Won't make what didn't happen go Take fear and call it lust Let me go lay in the snow I cannot rest With so many singing so many songs And what a way of singing Their voices are bringing trees to their knees With nothing to say when they're speaking They're quiet, the choir, their voices go higher The choir, the choir, their voices go higher