Preoccupation Songtext
von Sunna

I′d laugh if it weren't for my tears
Please cry till the water is clear
Cry, so undone by
The pride you leave ′em to cry

I laugh to hide from your fear
And grasp at the light of your peer
You might if the water were to dry
In spite you leave 'em to die

You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
And stop it there
You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
And stop it there

And maybe in four or five hundred years
The saviour's single culture here
Critical mass of the unfair
You journey like water so clear


You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
And stop it there
You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
And stop it there

You, me, and me and you
Lost in all we do
Move along from where we are
And go somewhere else
Redneck blues
Redneck blues

You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
Earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation

You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
And stop it there