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Would you find me my water wings?
I’ll bring them along with me
Cause my bank drowns me the coming spring
Just pay them back the fee
But I bought a new car with my credit card
Is that what you really need?
And drove straight to the nearest bar
Where you drown in whiskey

Thousands of homes seem to be growing everywhere
Thousands of drones seem to be going everywhere

In a modern metropolis
Where everyone succeeds
I heard a poet in the abyss
Do you have the car keys?

Thousands of homes seem to be growing everywhere
Thousands of drones seem to be going everywhere

Passing the land on to my kids
Grown ups forever at the end of their tether
On the land

Hearing a whistle under the lid
From a neo punkrocker leaking old seawater
On the sand

Turn me into the European mold
After the slaughter, next to the farmers daughter
In the Seine

credits

from Year of the Flesh - All sales during the Trump presidency will go towards ACLU and AI Justice., released September 26, 2014
Snævar Albertsson – Guitars, Vocals, Glockenspiel, Trumpet, Piano, Hand claps
Peter Skibsted – Bass
Asger Christensen – Violin
Iris Marie Jakobsen – Viola, Backing vocals
Lasse Dahl – Drums
Kasper Brinck – Percussion, Hand claps
Thomas Rye Simonsen – Cornet
Jakob Sørensen – Trumpet
Mads Naomi – Trombone
Marie Sønderskov – Flute

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