Graves

Pack your rations, pack a watch
Change of clothes and a face cloth
Meet me where, your mother lies
We’ll dig graves on both her sides
And lay ourselves inside
A thousand suns will set and then rise

Our hair tangled up in hers
Fingernails beneath the dirt
Sharing all, her blackened brains
And blood running through her veins
And even as we came
Our bodies are one and the same

Cause you traded me for the lump sum
You can try, but I’ll never be a gentleman
You traded me for the lump sum
Try but you only ever treat the symptoms

Cause you traded me for the lump sum
You can try, but I’ll never be a gentleman
You traded me for the lump sum
Try but you only ever treat the symptoms