The Breeders - Howl At The Summit

Wasting with leisure and stale as a corpse

I crash through the port

You may have spirit but I'll never hear it

I polish my scales and get nearer and nearer

All through the country

(Light it up)

All of it falling

All through the country

(Light it up)

All of it falling

Howl at the summit to just keep 'em coming

You may have spirit but I'll never hear it

You jump off but can you clear it

All through the country

(Light it up)

All of it falling

All through the country

(Light it up)

All of it falling

All through the country

(Light it up)

All of it falling

All through the country

(Light it up)

All of it falling