We'll get down on our knees
We will stick our tongues and wait
Let the crackers melt down
We were told that there would be wine
Save our souls, eager souls
We're your lambs
Cut our throats
When the red ball burns high
The sticks, bamboo, and straw supplied on the peak
We pray and tweak the bird's right arm
What a sight from afar, a great sight from the sky
The giant silver bird will land once we've proven we can wait
Once we've lived up to it's demands
You're so humble, god-like
The freshest of robes
You say that god's like,
“Y'all gotta get chose”
Bathe our feet in the mud
We'll get down in the dirt
This world's a dog that just won't
Lie down before the bird
This's world's a dog that needs killed
Before the bird returns
credits
from The Overcoat,
released April 5, 2011
Instruments recorded by Ryan Hizer
Vocals recorded by David Klug
Dark but designed to move you, this Dallas group uses menacing synths and popping live drum to make heavily rhythmic post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 13, 2019