We bring summer to the ground We hold up our palms to the yellow-eyed sun And we holler it down And leave a trail of broken things Like bottle-necked dolls oh their chests rise and fall To the beating of their wings We made up our minds to believe in the sable-tongued night And full of our crimes they get into our mouth and our eyes We go down down down down down... We go down down down down down... We are heavy handed now We go And tell your love to hide it well Our bad bones are cradled by guns that shoot stars From their angry old shells And run... till August isn't here With wicked red heat flowing hard in the streets. And we won't come down my dear We made up our minds to believe in the sable-tongued night And full of our crimes they get into our mouth and our eyes And Hades below In our boat of stolen coins we go Southbound and dirty with the rocks and the birds all around We go down And we'll pretend it isn't true The night doesn't keep us from running our mouths And that's just what we'll do And all our shoes are in a line Like train cars they tap out the words in our hearts As we run far out of time We go down down down down down We go down down down down down... We are heavy-handed now We are heavy-handed now We go