Arseni Menshevik

Lyrics

My old flame, an oil flag concerned With dark bars leading prayers to the vacant church Send writers and professors to the house writing bills Instead of paying them Menshevik blood, cooler than Davis sketching Spain My silo eyes see war as hell, new hell Ever new again Menshevik head on a bloated American boy Does the house seem red? Blue bloods green to anyone? The world fights itself The well diggers soul knows Don't toast the capitol No one votеs for a life of digging holes I was born poor, gonna die poor That's what I'm fucking madе for I was born poor, gonna die poor Is that what I'm fucking made for? I was born poor, gonna die poor That's what you're fucking made for I was born poor, gonna die poor That's what I'm fucking made for (born in the dark) Every new again Liquor'd up diggers spin Ever new again Don't toast the capitol