Harbingers Songtext
von Molarbear

They caught me down at the corner of the sun with a lion in the wings and a monkey on the run
Two flat feet, a rollie and a sack, with one whole ounce of a Good-God-Damn
The King of Killers is the saviour in our street and the saviour of our souls is a loser and a Cheat
Renegade children living in your house ′cos the revolution never had a mortgage and a Spouse

Mark one - the first of its breed
Mark two - marginally exceeds
Mark three - not enough, we need more
Mark four - we already lost the war

Count it off, count it down, count me out of this ragged little town
Each iteration is a little bit worse
We're driving to the future in a candy-coated hearse


Mark one - the first of its breed
Mark two - marginally exceeds
Mark three - not enough, we need more
Mark four - we already lost the war

It just keeps getting worse
But we′re the best
At decomposing in the sun
Abandoned

The ground is made of snakes
The snakes are made of glass
Crush them with your heel
Barefoot and broken we are nothing
Not even civilised
Not. Even. Kind