Buddy Songtext
von The Mess Hall

My hands are open
My soul is on fire
And I′m walking my way back to you
Cut from a landscape
So bold and abrasive
I play down canal for my food
I sucked in the air
And I spat it back out
As a fever unwound in my chest

My hands are open
My soul is on fire
And I'm walking, I′m walking
I'm walking, I'm walking out


I′ve been to the waters
Where some mother′s daughters
Are eating their tubes to be raw
The band plays behind me
We march into liberty
Something inside of me churns
Maddened to silence
I'm blowing out violence
It′s spilling all over my shirt

I'm going down
As the crowd gathers ′round
But I'm walking, I′m walking
I'm walking, I'm walking out

I′m wired to the sidewalk again
I′m wired to the sidewalk again

Lover, now my hands are blistered

I'm soaked in nothing but wine
When I float to the surface
I′ll find out your purpose
And hunt down your cellophane eyes


Lover, now my hands are blistered
I'm soaked in nothing but wine
When I float to the surface
I′ll find out your purpose
And hunt down your cellophane eyes
Lover, now my hands are blistered
I'm soaked in nothing but wine
When I float to the surface
I′ll find out your purpose
And hunt down your cellophane eyes