Graves

Pack your rations pack a watch Change of clothes and a face cloth Meet me where your mother lies We'll dig graves on both her sides And lay ourselves inside And a thousand suns will set and rise Our hair tangled up in hers Fingernails beneath the dirt Sharing all her blackened brains Our blood running through her veins Leaving as we came Our bodies are one and the same 'Cause you traded me for the lump sum You try but i'll never be a gentleman You traded me for the lump sum You try but you only ever treat the symptoms 'Cause you traded me for the lump sum Try but i'll never be a gentleman You traded me for the lump sum You try but you'll only ever treat the symptoms