Lyrics Suspended by the Throat - Job For A Cowboy

Suspended by the Throat

Attachment.
They drift against a now reddened sea.
These rising waters blush as their bodies decompose.
Dozens buried at sea, they swim in their graves.
They’ve proved themselves being too weak for this attachment,
the tide rises, the tide breaks.
Once again you’ve proven yourself to weak for this attachment.
The tide rises (hold) the tide breaks (hold)
As these waters blush
Their bodies decompose,
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
I hope I have made my last point,
The tide rises
You’ve proven yourself to be weak for attachment
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
Breaks
They’ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide rises
They’ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide breaks
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
They’ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide rises
They’ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide breaks
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now
They’ve proved themselves to weak for this attachment.
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