Cold Brains
Songwriters: Campbell, Beck
And the drain is drawn
In the evacuated heavens
We ride disowned
I lay upon the gravel
Is heard no longer
Are bent obscene
A trail of disasters
And drained and gone
A bird of song
The fields of green
And a worm of hope
Abandoned hearse
And no thoughts
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
A final curse
No mind to rot behind
A hangman's rope
And all and all it doesn't matter
A final curse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
Pulls me one way or the other
We ride disowned
Alone at last
Abandoned hearse
Corroded to the bone
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