Lyrics 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 our black and greys
Our blood running through her veins
Leave her as we came
Our bodies are one and the same

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

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