Текст песни Feast of Tongues - Los Campesinos!

Feast of Tongues

Love lies bleeding in dead bouquet, dread the dripping years and wish away each\nday\nSwear I'd live through all of your nightmares if it meant that I could sleep\nokay\nShe says the body is keeping score, lost in sudden death, she can't take it no\nmore\nAnd if laughter's the medicine we need then this misery is therapy\n\nI want the trust of every animal\nGonna bay for the blood of those that are hurting ya\nWhen the black cloud comes, if one flame flickers\nWe will feast on the tongues of the last bootlickers\n\nLove lies bleeding's a sobriquet, as the petals fall the pet names do the same\nKeep a list of what ails me, tare to the elderly skeleton inside my frame\nTime will come when we know that we oughta, drive to the horizon of American\nWater\nBankrupt, a frozen donation thermometer\nGrab you by the hips and say it's you that I'm grateful for\n\nI want the trust of every animal\nGonna bay for the blood of those that are hurting ya\nWhen the black cloud comes, if one flame flickers\nWe will feast on the tongues of the last bootlickers\n\nTo the tune of the National Anthem\nOf a country that didn't survive\nIn a language I'd learned and forgotten\nI'll stay home keep the garden alive\n\nI want the trust of every animal\n(A milestone, a millstone\nA molehill, a molehill to die upon)\nGonna bay for the blood of those that are hurting ya\n(A milestone, a millstone\nA molehill, a molehill to die upon)\nWhen the black cloud comes, if one flame flickers\n(A milestone, a millstone\nA molehill, a molehill to die upon)\nWe will feast on the tongues of the last bootlickers\n(A milestone, a millstone\nA molehill, a molehill to die upon)\nTo the tune of the National Anthem\n(A milestone, a millstone\nA molehill, a molehill to die upon)\nOf a country that didn't survive\n(A milestone, a millstone\nA molehill, a molehill to die upon)\nI'll stay home keep the garden alive\n(A milestone, a millstone\nA molehill, a molehill to die upon)\n