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Fair To Midland:Orphan Anthem '86
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We're gone but not better,
A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built.
It's not long but it matters,
Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville.
My daughter's a goldmine combing the hair of the white waves,
A fountain of sapphires under the bridges of Utah.
Instilled in us ethics not by God, but by our choice.
I can't even imagine,
But I can see it!
Tell them all to chop me off,
With left handed scissors rusting when you're touched.
On marble covered mountains you're the brimstone.
When surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use.
We see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets.
Encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit.
I can't put my finger on it,
But i can see it!
Tell them all to chalk me out,
With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids.
On marble covered mountains you're my cargo.
We're gone but not better,
A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built.
It's not long but it matters,
Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville.
We're gone but not better,
(We're gone.)
A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built.
It's not long but it matters,
(Not long.)
Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville.
Tell them all to chop me off,
With left handed scissors rusting when you're touched.
On marble covered mountains you're the brimstone.
Tell them all to chalk me out,
With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids.
On marble covered mountains you're my cargo.
Tell them all to chop me off,
With left handed scissors rusting when you're touched.
On marble covered mountains you're the brimstone.
Tell them all to chalk me out,
With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids.
On marble covered mountains you're my cargo.
No, you're the brimstone.
Yes, you're my cargo.
A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built.
It's not long but it matters,
Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville.
My daughter's a goldmine combing the hair of the white waves,
A fountain of sapphires under the bridges of Utah.
Instilled in us ethics not by God, but by our choice.
I can't even imagine,
But I can see it!
Tell them all to chop me off,
With left handed scissors rusting when you're touched.
On marble covered mountains you're the brimstone.
When surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use.
We see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets.
Encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit.
I can't put my finger on it,
But i can see it!
Tell them all to chalk me out,
With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids.
On marble covered mountains you're my cargo.
We're gone but not better,
A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built.
It's not long but it matters,
Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville.
We're gone but not better,
(We're gone.)
A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built.
It's not long but it matters,
(Not long.)
Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville.
Tell them all to chop me off,
With left handed scissors rusting when you're touched.
On marble covered mountains you're the brimstone.
Tell them all to chalk me out,
With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids.
On marble covered mountains you're my cargo.
Tell them all to chop me off,
With left handed scissors rusting when you're touched.
On marble covered mountains you're the brimstone.
Tell them all to chalk me out,
With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids.
On marble covered mountains you're my cargo.
No, you're the brimstone.
Yes, you're my cargo.
Below are the "official lyrics as found at: http://ftmband.com/lyrics.html
we're gone but not better
a lighted match can burn the cabin down he built
it's not long but it matters
your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville
my daughter's a goldmine combing the hair of the white waves
a fountain of saphires under the bridges of utah
instilled in us ethics not by god, but by our choice
i can't even imagine
but i can see it
tell them all to chop me off
with left handed scissors rusting when you're touched
on marble covered mountains you're the brimstone
when surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use
we see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets
encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit
i can't put my finger on it
but i can see it
tell them all to chalk me out
with oval arms and hopscotch eyelids
on marble covered mountains you're my cargo
no, you're the brimstone
yes, you're my cargo
a lighted match can burn the cabin down he built
it's not long but it matters
your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville
my daughter's a goldmine combing the hair of the white waves
a fountain of saphires under the bridges of utah
instilled in us ethics not by god, but by our choice
i can't even imagine
but i can see it
tell them all to chop me off
with left handed scissors rusting when you're touched
on marble covered mountains you're the brimstone
when surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use
we see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets
encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit
i can't put my finger on it
but i can see it
tell them all to chalk me out
with oval arms and hopscotch eyelids
on marble covered mountains you're my cargo
no, you're the brimstone
yes, you're my cargo
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