Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Your Belgian Things , by - The Mountain Goats. Song from the album We Shall All Be Healed, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 01.02.2004
Record label: 4AD
Song language: English
Your Belgian Things |
| The men were here to get your Belgian things |
| They’ll store them for you in an airplane hangar |
| There’s guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots |
| They’ve come to keep your pretty things from danger |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things |
| They’ll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs |
| I shot a roll of 32 exposures |
| My camera groans beneath the weight it bears |
| I can see you in my sleep |
| Playing the points for all your worth |
| Walking gingerly across |
| The bruised earth |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things |
| They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent |
| Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars |
| Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent |
| The arteries are clogging in the mainframe |
| There’s too much information in the pipes |
| I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom |
| A tiger’s never gonna change its stripes |
| I guess, I guess |
| But Jesus, what a mess |
| One way in |
| No way out |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things |
| While I was only here to see them do it |
| I wish you had a number where you are |
| It’s hard with no one here to help me through it |
| I can see you in my sleep |
| Playing the points for all your worth |
| Walking gingerly across |
| The bruised earth |