Tekster:
Frank Black And The Catholics

I tend to think We're going back to Rome, back to Rome We had a dream, it was behemoth I'm so sorry that I didn't work out And I'm sorry about the Visigoths

lower your head and pray I don't care for the season I don't find it that fun And I've got 21 reasons I've got 21 reasons And there go 22 singers on

the full moon tugs How it used to make us fight And the language of the bugs And even our doomsday I'm a chip away boy I'm a chip away boy And I'll

And if it's any consolation well, your horse is going to win 'Cause mine and all the others are just too slow There's a coastline I'd like to go back And

of miles Is Denver Colorado But something always Kept me moving west I'm lately out of reach In towns along the California shore I'm leathery and bleached I'm lost and

, I'm not the passenger Got some business there but you did not know And the point of my visit, well sir, that's to carry me on And the news is gonna break And

I'm going away I'm going far away I'm going further than the land That meets the sky And I won't rest Until I'm very far I'll walk for many days And

Don?t worry, hey, no need for you to hide among the trees Come into the light and you?ll be free Don?t scurry, it?s such a lonely life up in the hills

be sleeping On the fields of marigold Is it time to get up? Now you?re breaking up Though I know we are tough I thought we?d lose control And end up