Meantime Letra

Slaves To Gravity

Scatter The Crow

Letra de Meantime
Lies from the canyon down to the core
Drip from your rich tongue and feed the poor
Blood on the back-nine you rig the game
Black out the blue sky and scar your name

In the meantime
On the front-line
You know you’re rights

Down in the garden under the sun
There grows a sick vine in everyone
Chokes up the roses grown for the grave
Damn to the river shore to the wave

In the meantime
On the front-line
Got my ray gun
You got your land-mines

You don’t see me
But I’ve got eyes on you
You don’t own me
But I’ve got rights on you