Tekster:
Wolf Parade Apologies To The Queen Mary

I got a hand So I got a fist So I got a plan It's the best that I can do Now we'll say it's in God's hands But God doesn't always have the best goddamn

'm not in love with the modern world I'm not in love with the modern world It was a torch driving the savages back to the trees Modern world has more

At the party we got chained at the wrists Outside there's girls saying It's not gonna be just only a kiss Everyone's disguised just a little bit I

Just the other night Body twisted and unfound You know it's there lying They are too dead but the body don't mind Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh

When you're on your own Spread out on the mat Dead The highway's endless drone Something familiar And how we love the seasons that hide in our stomachs

away your trips from you and I could take away the salt from your eyes and take away the spitting salt in you and I could give you my apologies by handing

At the party we got chained at the wrists Outside there's girls saying It's not gonna be just only a kiss Everyone's disguised just a little bit I had

I got a hand So I got a fist So I got a plan It's the best that I can do Now we'll say it's in God's hands But God doesn't always have the best goddamn

Sometimes they rock and roll Sometimes they stay at home and it's just fine This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart