Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
Spencer Krug
We turn on the radio
And all we hear is thunder
We take our glasses off and
We smash them up
The countryside is plundered
Of all that it can offer
We know cuz we’re the hawks who
Snatched it up
There’s gonna be a revolution
Just as soon as we’ve finished our meal
For now we sleep like rocks
On the top of the hill
A dreamer will hover
Ever along the edge
Ever insufferable
Evеr in love with it all
The conspiracists are wеaving
Tapestries on the loom
The podcasters are dooming
On an overcast afternoon
Another darling fallen
We all will see them soon
A crystal ball is calling
On an overcast afternoon
Can’t go back to the village
It’s been pillaged
Everywhere men in their giant trucks
Everywhere vandals and violent fucks
The days are getting shorter
The nights are without number
In the morning we will wonder
How we got here again
Did we roll like rocks
From the top of the hill
Where conspiracists are weaving
Tapestries on the loom
The podcasters are dooming
On an overcast afternoon
Another darling fallen
We all will see them soon
A crystal ball is calling
On an overcast afternoon