Sentries in the Ambush Songtext
von The Mountain Goats

Alright, the guys are writing a key next room
And this is pretty crazy little thing called
"Lost Half Our Sentries in the Ambush"

Two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three
I don′t think this is actually in six

Not enough air to quite go around
So we seek lower ground
The light plays its tricks on the trees
In forests like these

Losing the thread
Of the path just ahead
Dazzled by the sun
Where is everyone?

I saw notches in the tree trunks
I saw unfamiliar footprints
I heard burrs of evil omen
Voices in the shadow

Came to a circle of stones
And nothing was left but their bones


Cover them if you can
Leave a sign if you can
Send up a flare if you can
In the dry leaves where the canopy opens

Not enough flesh remaining to say
Who fought bravely today
But I knew them all while they lived
And fight to give

High in the pines
Searching for signs
Come upon smoking fire pit
This is it, this is it

Count up our lower numbers
Sea shapes among the shadows
And now we enter the fray
And nothing can stand in our way

Slaughter them if you can
Kill them all where they stand
Make an example of them
In the dry leaves where the canopy opens

Two-three, and
And so on, yeah