Old Fools 가사

You've got your clukes in me Our legs locked at right angles Should scatter like pigeons But I'll stay here and make sweat with you And kick my own guts out Lose a pint of self respect Statued and sellotaped Tongue-tied and desolate Blow unlucky eyelashes and hide the stray hairs Or should we just give up Take backward bounds and leaps And sit and shy shiver while While the latest one sleeps Cry from the bedroom Clean all the blankets Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless And those old fools have got nothing on me This is a monolith Can't help but struggle with The will and the wayward old hat ideals The weight of the uniform and the way that it feels We can't see 'round it and all the while we Cry from the bedroom Clean all the blankets Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless And those old fools have got nothing on me And the distance maps out like the flag of a country I never knew And hay bales with eyes half shut Like sheep on sleeping pills under the blue Now sink down your balsa wood box in your chair Like it was the dirt I'm going home to certain death To certain death It doesn't have to be this way It doesn't have to be this way It doesn't have to be this way It doesn't have to be this way Cry from the bedroom Clean all the blankets Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless And those old fools have got nothing on me Those old fools have got nothing on me Those old fools have got nothing on me Those old fools have got nothing on me