文本歌词

New Orleans - Portugal. The Man
I slip back down where we found
A meter milling maze
And the rest that we find sound
Will it find us on the bottom
Will we find our way
Will we fall apart useless machining the made
Find that sleep that we've lost
Fair and tired living
Lives like little lifted leans
Shaking heads under the shade
Of them bright bright bright sweet pear trees
Mine is gone with the day
Never miss a beat never find a home
Mine is gone with all time all time
Mother father brother sister son daughters
We are the rabbit that let the fox lead us
Out in the sun with the cold war fever
And it's for the money just please don't eat us
Deaf like the big guns foaming
At the mouth they're gnashing
Quiet like our words that roam and roll about
Let's march a train of thought to crack the boads
Then we'll find that sleep we lost we lost