Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finch On Saturday, artist - Horse Feathers. Album song Words Are Dead, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 25.09.2006
Record label: Lucky Madison
Song language: English
Finch On Saturday |
Boys, they’ve got wicked things on their minds. |
Before the father said you’re toein' the line. |
Like a finch on Saturday, sin with wings. |
Give your tongue to God, on Sunday sing. |
It all seems fine. |
These things are off your mind. |
Remember we’re born to die, |
But she was born to cry. |
To cry herself to sleep. |
Red cowards in the home of the brave. |
Rather the knaves and crooks that twist the good book. |
Peasants, paupers, pilgrims they are the same. |
They give their dollars to God but they need their pay. |
It all seems fine. |
These things are off your mind. |
Remember we’re born to die, |
But she was born to cry. |
To cry herself to sleep. |