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 in side
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

You're just trading me for the lump sum
You try but I'll never be a gentlemen
You're trading me for the lump sum
You try but you'll only ever treat the symptoms

Cause you're trading me for the lump sum
You try but I'll never be a gentlemen
You're trading me for the lump sum
You try but you'll only ever treat the symptoms