[00:00.000] 作词 : Spencer Linn
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Spencer Linn
[00:12.973]And when the season turns to rain
[00:25.268]War baby's grieving another day
[00:37.297]Can't find the fire hose, the station's gone
[00:49.404]Storm's come to clean our Babylon
[01:02.237]‎Yeah the wheels start turnin'
[01:05.072]And the rain starts pourin' down
[01:08.032]Battle hymns start hummin'
[01:10.992]They descend upon our town
[01:14.113]‎Yeah the gears start turnin'
[01:17.018]And the blood starts drippin' down
[01:20.175]The police ain't comin'
[01:23.044]Yeah they gave up on this town
[01:25.721]‎Crackin' the bottle, he's got the itch to bank rob
[01:28.662]Local branch long closed, they better thank God
[01:31.475]Been a minute since he took upon a take-job
[01:34.524]Nothing to take in this town except for crank-rock
[01:37.993]‎Billy's back up on his feet I hear
[01:40.244]Bad deals with bullets had him down all year
[01:43.245]Teacher's the plug, barber's the surgeon
[01:45.718]Local misadventures had him thinking he could flip batter flapjack
[01:49.834]‎Cry scapegoat
[01:50.857]High stakes, lamb lost
[01:52.938]Maybe come the mama, often come the grey wolf
[01:55.735]Heard about a flock of sheep down in Waco
[01:58.526]Burning at the altar lead by Jesus with a Draco
[02:02.054]‎Droppin' the bottle, he's got the urge to take off
[02:04.583]Fell to his knees, way too late to beg God
[02:07.791]Light through his eyelids
[02:08.945]A terrible voice in his head starts repeating three syllables
[02:13.420]It is done
[02:15.054]‎Yeah the wheels start turnin'
[02:17.821]And the rain starts pourin' down
[02:20.750]Battle hymns start hummin'
[02:23.938]They descend upon our town
[02:26.992]‎Yeah the gears start turnin'
[02:29.948]And the blood starts drippin' down
[02:32.993]The police ain't comin'
[02:36.209]Yeah they gave up on this town

作词 : Spencer Linn
作曲 : Spencer Linn
And when the season turns to rain
War baby's grieving another day
Can't find the fire hose, the station's gone
Storm's come to clean our Babylon
‎Yeah the wheels start turnin'
And the rain starts pourin' down
Battle hymns start hummin'
They descend upon our town
‎Yeah the gears start turnin'
And the blood starts drippin' down
The police ain't comin'
Yeah they gave up on this town
‎Crackin' the bottle, he's got the itch to bank rob
Local branch long closed, they better thank God
Been a minute since he took upon a take-job
Nothing to take in this town except for crank-rock
‎Billy's back up on his feet I hear
Bad deals with bullets had him down all year
Teacher's the plug, barber's the surgeon
Local misadventures had him thinking he could flip batter flapjack
‎Cry scapegoat
High stakes, lamb lost
Maybe come the mama, often come the grey wolf
Heard about a flock of sheep down in Waco
Burning at the altar lead by Jesus with a Draco
‎Droppin' the bottle, he's got the urge to take off
Fell to his knees, way too late to beg God
Light through his eyelids
A terrible voice in his head starts repeating three syllables
It is done
‎Yeah the wheels start turnin'
And the rain starts pourin' down
Battle hymns start hummin'
They descend upon our town
‎Yeah the gears start turnin'
And the blood starts drippin' down
The police ain't comin'
Yeah they gave up on this town