Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tithe, artist - Menomena. Date of issue: 22.07.2010
Song language: English
Tithe |
| Spending the best years of a childhood horizontal on the floor |
| Like a bobsled minus the teamwork and the televised support |
| And nothing sounds appealing |
| Someone retired on a percentage of the tithe that paved these roads |
| They lead to nowhere but they’re still gridlocked, made of Solomon’s pure gold |
| Beneath the door frame waiting for earthquakes after the rapture comes and goes |
| The saints went marching, the trumpets salving, the chosen ones are phoning home |
| And nothing sounds appealing |