Your old bones are on their own
Ramshackle Land
Hand me downs
'Cause there's no kind of wealth
We will go
Put a song in your throat
You're suiting yourself
Let the dead beats pound all around
So take off your coat
Till we find our one and all
You leave yourself behind
Hand me downs
The bargains you drive
Your train's in the sand
Nowhere we know
Buckets and bags
Hand me downs
Stuck together, one and all
Stuck together, one and all
Till we find our one and all
Your trick face is bent
Praises get spent
Let the rats watch the races
Nowhere we know
Flypaper towns
Pigsties and prizes
We don't have to talk at all
Flypaper towns
And all your belongings
We will go
Nowhere we know
We will go
Flypaper towns
