They're dragging the river tonight
Edwardian men saw things they cant unsee
The dream died with the last of the goats
All we have left is bodies and shit
Oh, where? Where to now?
Your best friends have all thrown you frowns
Your heart is full up, sagging down
Your legacy is 12 stone of mud and waste
Send Trongoat, make haste
And thus ends this tale
No lessons learnt, no bridges left unburned
The dream died with the last of the goats
All that's left is 12 songs and my voice
Oh, where? Where to now?
Your best friends have all thrown you frowns
Your heart is full up, sagging down
Your legacy is 12 stone of mud and waste
Send Trongoat, make haste
Send Trongoat, make haste
Sam Draper - Where to Now, Trongoat? Lyrics
Sam Draper - Where to Now, Trongoat? Lyrics
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They're dragging the river tonight
Edwardian men saw things they cant unsee
The dream died with the last of the goats
All we have left is bodies and shit
Oh, where? Where to now?
Your best friends have all thrown you frowns
Your heart is full up, sagging down
Your legacy is 12 stone of mud and waste
Send Trongoat, make haste
And thus ends this tale
No lessons learnt, no bridges left unburned
The dream died with the last of the goats
All that's left is 12 songs and my voice
Oh, where? Where to now?
Your best friends have all thrown you frowns
Your heart is full up, sagging down
Your legacy is 12 stone of mud and waste
Send Trongoat, make haste
Send Trongoat, make haste
Edwardian men saw things they cant unsee
The dream died with the last of the goats
All we have left is bodies and shit
Oh, where? Where to now?
Your best friends have all thrown you frowns
Your heart is full up, sagging down
Your legacy is 12 stone of mud and waste
Send Trongoat, make haste
And thus ends this tale
No lessons learnt, no bridges left unburned
The dream died with the last of the goats
All that's left is 12 songs and my voice
Oh, where? Where to now?
Your best friends have all thrown you frowns
Your heart is full up, sagging down
Your legacy is 12 stone of mud and waste
Send Trongoat, make haste
Send Trongoat, make haste
Writer: Sam Draper
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