Lyrics Six Mile - Cloud Rat

Six Mile

Seventy percent prairie, I care no more for laws
Crushed under tongues
Can I be a potter?
One that can build subterranean tombs
Just like the cops?
Ornamentals of truth, out of reach of our children
Gagged and molested
Don’t trust the bonds
Flat-faced;
replaceable
Nations pass
Half day, half night