Lyrics:
The Whole Towns Slippin Down A Hill.like The Spine Of Something Dead.slide In Shadow Cobble-Creep.burn Your Mark And Leave.the Trench Conventions Yellow Eyesfollow Her The Local Flowerthe Girls A Priest (To Me At Least)since Baptism Peroxide.and Fear Is Not Respect. Correct.but It's The Best You're Gonna Getsharp Blow To The Bridge Of The Nosesharp Blow And Anything Goes.