As the blind walk the blind
Through the blackness of freedom
Who writes the songs
That we all will be singin'
Who writes the books
When I lay my head down open
Swore to swear myself
Into your face
As the blind walk the blind
At the border-less highway
Who holds the chains?
Who bears the load?
Don't you be fooled
If my spirit's hung and broken
Stroll in the next life
Our fortunes are opened
And we're not to reach
If the sermon I have written
Stand on some sofas
Bear with our hands
And those who reach well
Will be farmed by some industry
It herds the golden cattle
Before insecure eyes
As the blind walk the blind
Through the blackness of freedom
Who writes the songs
That we all will be singin'
Who writes the books
When I lay my head down open
Swore to swear myself
Into your face
The Low Anthem - Golden Cattle Lyrics
The Low Anthem - Golden Cattle Lyrics
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As the blind walk the blind
Through the blackness of freedom
Who writes the songs
That we all will be singin'
Who writes the books
When I lay my head down open
Swore to swear myself
Into your face
As the blind walk the blind
At the border-less highway
Who holds the chains?
Who bears the load?
Don't you be fooled
If my spirit's hung and broken
Stroll in the next life
Our fortunes are opened
And we're not to reach
If the sermon I have written
Stand on some sofas
Bear with our hands
And those who reach well
Will be farmed by some industry
It herds the golden cattle
Before insecure eyes
As the blind walk the blind
Through the blackness of freedom
Who writes the songs
That we all will be singin'
Who writes the books
When I lay my head down open
Swore to swear myself
Into your face
Through the blackness of freedom
Who writes the songs
That we all will be singin'
Who writes the books
When I lay my head down open
Swore to swear myself
Into your face
As the blind walk the blind
At the border-less highway
Who holds the chains?
Who bears the load?
Don't you be fooled
If my spirit's hung and broken
Stroll in the next life
Our fortunes are opened
And we're not to reach
If the sermon I have written
Stand on some sofas
Bear with our hands
And those who reach well
Will be farmed by some industry
It herds the golden cattle
Before insecure eyes
As the blind walk the blind
Through the blackness of freedom
Who writes the songs
That we all will be singin'
Who writes the books
When I lay my head down open
Swore to swear myself
Into your face
Writer: BENJAMIN KNOX MILLER, JEFFREY CARL PRYSTOWSKY, JOCELYN JAGER ADAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management