Låttexter
Two things you should always bring up in public
Religion and politics
Drink our wine, read our literature
This is your church now, your prayers are liquid
We grabbed hold of the wrong revolution and pickled you in it
Got you drunk enough to promise us that you'd quit
Fucked between a rock and a fight we cannot win
But you won't hear the sinking ship over my violin
When the ice is melted, what's the plan?
It's getting hot and we're running out of chance
Will you go find somewhere to dance off the glee
And talk to the foreigners on your street?
Or will you go down?
But, don't focus on that
Focus on my hymn
'Cause you won't hear the sinking ship over my violin
In loving memory
I enjoy the irony
Nearer, my God to thee
Nearer to thee