Letra de Woolen Heirs
He, he sinks in the ground On these streets of 11th and Howell May he run down blocks and city halls Drank by city folks and shivering crows, to make this right All the way down to the SoundYou'll be a sound mite, and I'll be your roe And all of those blood types become the sowHe, he sold one leg To a mite on the corner of 11th and Howell So he could run down the throats Of any folks that he cared to choke In shivering clothes, to make this rightYou'll be a sound mite, and I'll be your roe And all those blood types become the sowTeeth jangling like lights supporting the whole thing They dance, they spin, they fall Gelatin rainFor the second embrace Opening eyes erases All sound