At dawn they ride again They'll haul you out to the streets They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans Beat this thought into your head, singin
At dawn they ride again, they'll haul you out to the streets. They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans, beat this thought into your head,
Translation: My Morning Jacket. At Dawn.
: at dawn they ride again, they'll haul you out to the streets. They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans, beat this thought into your head
move that catches my eye. Why's it so soft when the cannons unload on the others? Why're we so loud when we say it wont happen to us? Why does my mind
: At dawn they ride again, they'll haul you out to the streets. They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans, beat this thought into your head
: Lowdown, cheatin, ain't no need for repeatin, so love, dawg, cant ye see? That you never gotta fight with me. Hurtin. Beatin. Ain't no need for repeatin
: Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces wonderin why their bodies go to silly places. Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills
: I go light, every night, and just because I do: I'm writin off a letter, to keep from losin you. I saw it in a letter. Every night you talk in disguise
dark touches your skull baby, aw babe you can drop that on me. So I say lord, all the heavens you've made, cant hold back the ghosts that haunt my
: Hey! The Christmas curtain falls on lawbreakers that pave the way for thoughtless folks like me and I who'd pay, but cant afford the finer things
: Who's going to care if it smashes down or flips you up in the air. It's justa really fast, risky ride at a fair. On these lovely trips, the conductor
: Strangulation I don't wanna feel a thing. When your hands close tight around my neck, and force the air that I breathe. I don't wanna feel a thing
: Is there a doctor in the house tonite? If there's a wrong, he could make it right. Is there still a lock on your front door? Is there still a lock
: Try to walk this earth an honest man, but eveil waves at me it's ugly hand. The radar watches me from above, shouting down: "I hope you make it
: I wont ask you where you're goin. I wont ask you where you been. I know after a million times you get sick of all my lines, but I just wanna see
: Some say, death is the easy way and I think they're right. Cause nights tick, by like a long week except when you stop by. And I know that tryin
muthafuckin' bullies in my class That's always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to stop The next morning I snuck And I stuck my father's nine in my
