No One Would Riot For Less

Текст песни Bright Eyes - No One Would Riot For Less

Death may come invisible or in a holy wall of fire
In the breath between the markers on some black I-80 mile
From the madness of the government to the vengeance of the sea
Everything is eclipsed by the shape of destiny
So love me now
Hell is coming
Kiss my mouth
Hell is here
Little soldier, little insect, you know war it has no heart
It will kill you in the sunshine or happily in the dark
Where kindness is a card game or a bent-up cigarette
In the trenches, in the hard rain, with a bullet and a bet

He says, "help me out"
Hell is coming
Could you do it now?
Hell is here
See the sterile soil, poisoned sky
Yellow water, final scraps of life
Bringing new tears
Wake, baby, wake
But leave that blanket around you there is nowhere as safe
I'm leaving this place
But there's nothing I'm planning to take
Just you
Just you