MOG

We will go
Nowhere we know
Your trick face is bent

Pigsties and prizes
We don't have to talk at all
Let the rats watch the races

Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Nowhere we know

We will go
Till we find our one and all
Praises get spent
The bargains you drive
Ramshackle Land
Buckets and bags
Let the dead beats pound all around
'Cause there's no kind of wealth
Flypaper towns
You leave yourself behind

Put a song in your throat
Till we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Your train's in the sand
Stuck together, one and all
And all your belongings
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
We will go
Stuck together, one and all
You're suiting yourself
Flypaper towns
Hand me downs
Nowhere we know