These are my Dress Clothes کے بول

bodies are burning, your love it ain't earning arms are out reaching, our birth should have stayed in down in the wasteland of our town a showdown finding a fortune within us the fire ain't out bring on the drought slow down the function, our heart beats the weapon lightning filled eyes washout blackening skies cupping your breath with the dirtiest fingers kissing the dirt with the strangers these are my dress clothes