Letra de Rider - Okkervil River

Baby's ball all blood red like flayed pigs
Silk soft little things
Fill a house hung from strings
And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings
With the other sardines
Over cities of things mommies need
Light as gas, and half-assedly free
Like I was in nineteen ninety three

Over the ruins like we're staggering apes
What we get's what we take
In a split open place where a man can get kinged
In a palace of panic and flames
Where nobody gets blamed
By the tired and broke down and beat
Sunken gardens where there was a street

West over water I rambled and paced
And the blood river raced
Like the sweat down my face
And the stadium roared and the warriors embraced
And the golden shore groaned 'neath the weight of my tastes
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And I blazed
In the last orange hours of the day
Till the dust hazed and hid us away

Little baby, be brave
See dad riding over the rise
Crash his whole cavalcade through the crowd
Watch them run on all sides

The neon white branches and the carrion fly
On a congressman's eye
I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves
And left under a rock out on Rock- Rockaway Beach
'neath the trees

I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze
There's a hole in my throat
You can note my last wheeze if you need
Take a hold of the rope
Down we scream