Lyrics Brothers - Young Jesus

Brothers

Big brother got bruised by a cannonball
Made the news when he threw it down to Wichita
Little brother just chews on a dirty bomb
Calls the girl that works at the telethon
Brothers don’t bleed
It’s a cut of a different kind
Grandpa grew trees
Now the green runs through our spine
Big brother builds pews out of cinderblocks
Singing hymns with girl at the telethon
Calls a friend when she’s out taking local calls
Meets him out at a bar outside of Wichita
Little brother just chews on a dirt bomb
Lets his brain melt away in the aftershock
In the flame calls the girl at the telethon
Tells her all about the bar outside of Wichita
You don’t start clean
Spines are twisting in the rings
This old tree
Been around before you were born