We the dead, we the dead
Under country roam
Country rued, we the dead, from our holes to the ground
Make a book of the maggots our bodies will snare
Kiss the earth, kiss the earth
No need to trouble our empty air
And see into our belt upon our guts
I see into your womb makes me a corpse
Decorate from the base of the graves of our lost loves
Packages, ginger root, and a crucifix
Never rude on the place, never thought I couldn't stay
Never thought I couldn't run anyway, never thought I couldn't run anyway
Like I filled up the lake with all the things I didn't say
Never thought I couldn't run anyway, never thought I couldn't run anyway
From the top of the tower
Radio's in my ears
I can see my house from here
I can see my house from here
From the top of the tower
Radio's in our ears
I can see our house from here
I can see out house from here
From the top of the tower