Us Against The Music - The Sainte Catherines

If you wouldn’t tell Stalin then don’t tell anyone

You’re sick of fighting, I thought we’d already won

When I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town

There was only music that kept my feet on the ground

What are they fighting for?

For freedom or for oil?

I lost touch and I got bored

Too much lying and too much blood

If you wouldn’t tell George Bush, don’t tell anyone

You’re sick of fighting, I thought we’d already won

I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town

There was only music that kept my feet on the ground

I still miss the hand that feeds

But it’s all good, I feel the beat

The ring of fire, the honesty

I hear your voice and I still breathe

If you wouldn’t tell your husband then don’t tell anyone

You’re sick of fucking, I thought he already knew

You wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house

There was only music that kept your feet on the ground

He left you here crying

Sold everything for pills

But I realize I was not

The center of everything we got

There’s no goal, there’s no purpose

But happiness for those who wait

Just play me an old record

What goes around will come back someday

There’s no goal, there’s no purpose

But happiness for those who wait

Just play me an old record

What goes around will come back today