Tekster:
Flobots The Survival Story

had to do That which creates life Has power to take it right back Fucking with the icecaps We gotta push the tide back We can survive, collapse if we

wasn't meant for me Now I know there's treasure hidden in these scars Now I know there's presence in an empty yard Now I know what it took for me to survive

streams As I fold into your presence Do I now know what it means? We could get old and talk At the same time when we tell stories If we let go Impossible

you think we've come to? What does it take to follow through? Who is it making you move? Heavens to Murgatroyd The situation's purgatory Brer Rabbit stories, burn categories The allegory is Adam's story

Strange fruit I roll up in my Ford Taurus Emissions won't pass like Gandalf at Moria Way out of order, should be pulled over Pulled out garage, lost side

By the time you get this message I will be behind the wheel Watchin' dotted yellow hexagrams Stretch into the dark Left hand surfin' on iced tinged winds

Cowboys in a spaceship The crowd noise is wasted Women take pics so they can seem naked Guys tell jokes so they can see 'em naked Church ladies vote

[Chorus] Today, You don't have to be a soldier Don't have to be a soldier, stand down It's okay to be as you were Be as you were again. Is it a scheme

got an appetite for nice things and the dreams that my enemies could be blasted by Ooh metaphors Views that are better for you can't survive or find your