A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara - Fair To Midland

If you’re keeping score then you’re bound to win,

A birds eye view of a burning bridge,

You’ve gone through ghost towns settle past,

Hoping the risk was worth a cause,

Oh, sound off the false alarm,

But i’ll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,

And reap the rewards of proximity,

I’ll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,

And gather what’s left unaccompanied,

It smells like disaster,

It looks like a trap,

So go by the wayside,

And never look back,

If you could spare me forty winks,

While you cry wolf and I count sheep,

What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests,

With backbones like a jellyfish,

Oh, stomp on your land again,

But i’ll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,

And reap the rewards of proximity,

I’ll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,

And gather what’s left unaccompanied,

It smells like disaster,

It looks like a trap,

So go by the wayside,

And never look back,

If you are keeping score then you are bound to win,

A ring side seat at the main event,

Oh, stomp on your land again,

It smells like disaster,

It looks like a trap,

So go by the wayside,

And never look back.