Frame the shot This is World War II And everyone here is thinking of you Did you save the clippings from Barbara Eden at the mall? Or did you save room
us We went through the carpentry Having stolen parts of buildings Shouting for you to slap the songs on your knees Are we as bandits with orange peels over our eyes? You
expected there was no one there, You and Me and the Mountain, We've criticized the other skulls We find their corpses everywhere, You and Me and the Mountain And