Little Instruments Songtext
von Constantines

Mercy, little rocker
Bleeding guitars
Went out chasing landmarks
Fell asleep at the bar
Swinging with the sweet ropes down
At Club Charity
Always dressed to the T
Always in need

Beyond that naked desert
All we got
Leather hands together
All we got
We got an amplifier
We got an amplifier


Some rock anthem
Some secret to keep
In a landscape of insects
The kids don′t sleep
Joined some arch-confederation
Some courtship of queers
Down and out 'neath a dead flag
With the little pioneers

Cartograph them secrets
All we got
Making up mouths
All we got
We got an amplifier
We got an amplifier
We got an amplifier