Lyrics:
Nomads

Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a

From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the

Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They

She won't recover from her losses She's not chosen this path but she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left So we can

we're gonna go under; get the little ones singing along. Kill of Columbus and turn the world around. After all the nomads are settling down.(2x) After all the nomads

Life it's not just who it's what to be Just like the friends to me They always seem to put you down So listen not to them And like your neighbor who's

Translation: Fabulous Nomads. 123.

Translation: Mortal Treason. Khampa Nomads.