Paroles de Hangout At The Gallows

Sun is rising Black is turning blue Look out, buddy, Noah's coming Jesus, man, what did you do? Psychic terrorists In the upper room Left foot, right foot, that's the ticket You'll be back on top real soon Whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives? Just twenty minutes 'fore the boat capsize If you want an answer, it's anybody's guess I'm treading water as I bleed to death Oh, oh, oh What's your politics? What's your religion? What's your intake? Your reason for living? Your compositions A start of every song Find you waking in the morning Always there to grieve the dawn Trouble sleeping My alarm goes off So you wanna hang out at the gallows? Those guys get an early start Oh, whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives? Just twenty minutes 'fore the boat capsize If you want an answer, it's anybody's guess I'm treading water as I bleed to death Oh, oh, oh What's your politics? What's your religion? What's your intake? Your reason for living? Oh, oh what's your politics? What's your religion? What's your intake? Your reason for living?