...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
Another fifty years have come and gone, since the rise and the fall of the radio song (what the fuck!)
Steal another album to save my soul, it's been another dead year for rock and roll (who said so!)
All strung out and jet-lagged, raise and fly your freak flag
Cos there's no right or wrong about it
Your star on the walk of fame, plaything wearing your cosplay