The March Of The Elephants — текст песни (Lawrence Arms)

The cistern burns
with the sisters who learn
that certainty burns with a fist
the cyst of this growth is a hope
(against hope)
that I loathe, and steel my self to resist.

I am an animal, unprepared.
A club in a drawer full of silverware,
I`m under there and breathily holding.
Her underwear is deserving a scolding.

Disgrace is the color of red that you`re looking for.
I`ll be wearing that working convenience store.
Oh.

Fuck all the garbage in unforgiving piles.
The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles.
The cities wear a badge that differentiates
but it`s the same exact shit that the dirt and sea hate.

I am an animal, unprepared.