Empty Graves 歌词

I'm a sewing machine And everything but what she needs And God, he knows just what I mean I'm a sewing machine Always stiching things back up But I'm always looking for that stream That takes me out under the sun somewhere Where all love just stretches out for me And those army boys drink hate In the bars their bodies shake Cause they know they ain't coming home tonight Poor mothers know that it's too late Just hang out all of the time now We got all the time it takes Cause all the time in the whole universe Couldn't fill these empty graves Or those vacant eyes with vision Or these sleepy heads with dreams Or this tin man's heart with confidence Or these ghettos with relief Or these suburbs with release So just hang out all of that time now On the clothesline of our fate Cause we know we ain't coming home tonight Poor mothers know that it's too late Cause the suburbs they are frozen And the ghettos they're in flames And all the time in the whole universe Couldn't fill these empty graves Or our tables up with laughter Or these sleepy heads with dreams Or this tin man's heart with confidence Or these ghettos with relief Or these suburbs with release Or these ghettos with relief Or these suburbs with release