Lyrics
Biting bile, sucking entrail dust
Desert tundra shows true
Exiled with a pen and paper
Mouse nose twitches and tells the time
I've enough foresight to know where I stood
Just not enough to know where I could spit
Train on tracks run through my head
While my desert tundra is true
You know I'm not
Call your name
And only now
I know I've won
Brought by
Blown apart by
Two barrels of a man
By a caravan
