Lyrics The Swineherd Sings And The Fountain Dwellers Grow Apart - Blackout Beach, Carey Mercer

The Swineherd Sings And The Fountain Dwellers Grow Apart

«It is men that built this damn pen ««I hate when you die ««I hate when you go «(well gearing up in response)
«I hate lack of response «(I heard my lord once say) «I am a king of
Many men I am the lord to say when «(But
Now, after the fall, after they shot him outside
And sat in his chair told us to go to the city)
«I am not a great fan of floors, especially when
They are packed by such boars ««I hate when they rise ««I hate all their roar»
«I hate all their buzz ««I ain’t no great fan of doors, especially when
They are packed with such boars «How
When we die?
How on the floor?
Beat your
Damn beast beat your damn floor (so hard
That ceiling begins to flake)