Bars Of Gold - G Lyrics

We got a bad reputation
We got some holes in the levee baby
We sing like black pipes in basements
We sing like Vatican choirs maybe
If there's a mood that'll suit you
Then there's a mood that will draw you in
You want to be a mountain
Better plant your feet in the ground
Yeah we got
We got a walking destroyer baby
Yeah we go
We got a common denominator
I could be drawn and quartered
Left to dry out In the sun
In a town with edges
Gravel roads making up everyone
Like an empty cannon
Fields are filled with just steel drums
With my dog ears open
Musics made them wooden stumps

Gonna make that money tonight
And a working man can survive
All night without water
We were sharing our dinner plate
Taking backwards and forwards baby.