Arms Aloft - We Have Nothing to Lose but Our Chains… lyrics
Artist: Arms Aloft
album: What a Time to Be Barely Alive
Another 40 hours wagered on another palmed week
We know the slight of hand so why do we still
Expect blind luck or a pickpocket's touch to heal?
But every rigged game won leaves somebody who's beaten
Made to understand the rules. Made aware they've been cheated
Made freshly determined there're some things you can't just steal
And when what goes around
Has run aground
We'll warm our bones fireside by what's left of the wreckage
Feast on cores and peels
In the fallow fields
Where the rivers flowed before they dried up
Nothing to lose but the chains that tied us down
Off-course, in a storm, watching ocean creep in
What did we expect?
Piloted by invisible hands, fast asleep at the wheel
Fattened by debts accrued, we are hogs for the slaughter
Not prodigal sons, nor coal miners' daughters
But only the stepped on can be a tack in a heel...
Yeah we know
That when what goes around
Has run aground
We'll warm our bones fireside by what's left of the wreckage
Feast on cores and peels
In the fallow fields
Where the rivers flowed before they dried up
Nothing to lose but the the thrill of the scrounge
Lust for thrones and crowns
The world's ours to win less these chains that kept us down!
We know the slight of hand so why do we still
Expect blind luck or a pickpocket's touch to heal?
But every rigged game won leaves somebody who's beaten
Made to understand the rules. Made aware they've been cheated
Made freshly determined there're some things you can't just steal
And when what goes around
Has run aground
We'll warm our bones fireside by what's left of the wreckage
Feast on cores and peels
In the fallow fields
Where the rivers flowed before they dried up
Nothing to lose but the chains that tied us down
Off-course, in a storm, watching ocean creep in
What did we expect?
Piloted by invisible hands, fast asleep at the wheel
Fattened by debts accrued, we are hogs for the slaughter
Not prodigal sons, nor coal miners' daughters
But only the stepped on can be a tack in a heel...
Yeah we know
That when what goes around
Has run aground
We'll warm our bones fireside by what's left of the wreckage
Feast on cores and peels
In the fallow fields
Where the rivers flowed before they dried up
Nothing to lose but the the thrill of the scrounge
Lust for thrones and crowns
The world's ours to win less these chains that kept us down!
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Sawdust City
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