Sputnik (2:50)

Lyrics:

So what is the worth in that dirt that you found? Well I’ll bet that it’ll never be a keeper.
If you would just rather sit, sucking the ground, then stay down brother stay down.
Why would you curse all the truths that you know? Well keep them coming there’s no truth to relieve me
And why would you lay with the lies that you’re told? To stay sold?

You just left us tending, well you ought to stayed
I’ll just leave my labors and eat at the table I laid

All that a hearse ever eventually found were dead bodies in dead, dumb crowns

Well who really knew that a fountain be found?
So stay down, stay down, brother
But I’ll keep it up