Younger - The Mountain Goats

Crank that siren high

Drain the wellspring dry

Map out your coordinates

Send out scouts by day

Dole out mercenary pay

For restless young subordinates

It never hurts to give thanks to the local gods

You never know who might be hungry

It never hurts to scan the windows on the upper floor

I saw a face there once before when I was younger

Set the torch aflame

Call the night by name

Stake out your dark position

Lie in wait

By the gleaming city gate

Try not to lose sight of the mission

It never hurts to give thanks to the broken bones

You had to use to build your ladder

Moment close at hand

Half of you will never understand

And it doesn’t really matter

Big smile on my face

Capsule just in case

Underneath my tongue there

Voices on the breeze

I heard voices once like these when I was younger

Blood rushing to my face

I know that sweet warm taste

And the bitter trace

Storm right down that hill

If I don’t, no one will

Follow me right through the chaos

This whole house is doomed

Even the bit-parts get consumed

Prepare a grave for Menelaus

It never hurts to give thanks to the navigator

Even when he’s spitting out random numbers

I knew what those figures meant

And what they hoped to represent

When I was younger