Featherless Redheads 歌词

Pull my head back, pull my head back, I'd better brace myself for what is to come Pull my head back, pull my head back, yeah they always said I was a son of a gun The rush of nations turning into routine, the race of races stopped alluring to me The scent of a certain decay, is the state I'm going under, the state I'm going after These are the stories of our lives. At length, the S.O.S. is set Where the carcass lies, the vultures will gather. And oh my God I'm never coming home The rush of nations turning into routine, the race of races stopped alluring to me The scent of a certain decay; it's crawling up to my nose and then I know that These are the stories of our lives. At length, the S.O.S. is set Where the carcass lies, the vultures will gather. And oh my God I'm never coming Home is where the heart is tonight. I can see them coming but I can't see who's right But I can see them coming for me, I can see them coming for me These are the stories of our lives. At length, the S.O.S. is set This state I'm in could uphold itself forever and oh my God, I'm never coming I can see them coming for me