The Cradle - Colour Revolt

Fat, stoned hearts bleed for rent;

Melt down tv’s, and pawn off old pants

And worry too much, «Should I curb my past?»

If you’ve never had it done

We pray it happens to you fast

Even though, it is tacky

I deserve eternal laughing

So I walk into the stable

Burn what I am able then I run with the cradle

Truthful lips lead lost thoughts and the body follows that

So you can take nothing

If it’s not deserved what would you do?

Put voodoo on your man

Put something on my head

Even now, I am thinking

And all the while, I can leave with it

So I walk into the stable

Take what I have paid for then I run with the cradle

So, I scream until I’m stable

Walk when I am able then I talk with the cradle of love