There's potholes to look out for
And no hope of arriving
VERSE 2:
The sun lay down in the back after
Being punched out in the darkness
We drove off to the horizon
As the moon rose up behind us
VERSE 3:
The bugs were think and heavy
They smelled the sweet sweat on me
Well I find I lose my patience
But it's that fight that draws them to me
(End on C#m)
VERSE 4:
Is it for the blood and the glory
Or their sense of achievement?
Do they do this for their family?
Or are they working for the government?
(End on C#m)
INSTRUMENTAL:
F# F# E G#m
F# F# E B
F# F# E G#m
F# F# E B E B F# F#
VERSE 5:
The branches brush my forehead
The leaves, they comb my hair
Swept my hat up off my head
Out of reach, beyond repair
VERSE 6:
The anxious arms of the deadwood
Reach out
Trying dear to hold me
A million bats around us
Make what they do look easy
VERSE 7:
The dancing of the serpents
Nocturnal and brilliant
I wish that I was one of them
I wish that I was one of them
(Ends on C#m)
VERSE 8:
Is it for the blood and the glory
Or their sense of achievement?
Do they do this for their family?
Or are they working for the government?
(End on C#m)
Banjo-wielding indie folk outfit drop their fourth full-length studio album of broody ballads and barroom stompers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2014