Prick Up Your Ears Songtext

Geoff Farina

von The Wishes Of The Dead

Prick Up Your Ears Songtext
Steeples reach from canopies
Doors are locked, but marquees mark each diaosi
Each one tells of heavens knells
Blessed resonance of the lesion bells
Redemption, no, it ain't easy
But I ain't gonna wait for your rapture

From downtown dreadnoughts sound
Decry for the destitute and desert-bound
Dry those tears, prick up your ears
Drape the flags o'er their backs like bandoleers
Some strum songs, and some sing,
"Baby, you ain't gonna worry my mind no more"

Grand parades, glimmerin' blades
Shouldered straight to epaulets and accolades
Great concord, swing your sword
Testify with fife and horn, but I ain't playing
No, I'm singing, "Someday baby, you ain't going to worry my mind no more"
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