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 perox
ide.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.