Из альбома: Post Apocalyptic Love
With these metal hands we pick you right up from the ground
We were happy, shameless, before Arnie(?) came around
And the sound dies out now
And the sound died out
And the sound dies out
On my hands, little burns
Give me life in return
Little mouths that feed here
Mushroom clouds that draw near
Boy meats girl, and girl steals his potential to be cruel
And the sound dies out now
And the sound died out
And the sound dies out now
On my hands, little burns
Give me life in return
On my hands, little burns
Give me life in return
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Now its scattered all around
This used to be a playground
Blocks and dolls and pencils
Unaware of hassel
And the sound dies out now
And the sound died out
And the sound dies out now