The Pines - Portugal. The Man

作词：John Gourley

Will we live polite or travel legs

Legs that travel time but believe I can

Mine that yellow gold

where the horses ride

Next I'll believe in the guillotine

Don't carry all that weight upon you

You'll feel better soon I know you will

Busy soul feels heavy under

These electric machines

Swinging mighty hard

Swinging mighty fast

Under coal trains that are deep with fill

Clouds forming eyes and corest rings

The horses always ride so much faster son

Don't carry all that

weight upon you

You'll feel better soon I know you will

Busy soul feels heavy under

These electric machines

Will we break free or will we fail

With the coal that's alight at the fingertips

Such a shiny covert run addiction

That smile gnashes swords

and scissors that cut

Bellies that hold with the shoveling snow

Shiny red pains empty into new home

Will we break free or will we fail

With the coal

that's alight at the fingertips

Don't carry all that weight upon you

You'll feel better soon I know you will

Busy soul feels heavy under

These electric machines