The Underside

Even though it’s two miles up ahead
We’ll camp down here and rest instead of going on
But we’re going on
The gallows will be swinging low
We’ve still got time left even though it won’t be long
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
The underside
I’ve got red skies comin’ up my way
‘Cause all of this will end today
It’s bad timing, for a steady climb
And soon this town will turn to dust
The morning dew will turn to rust, it’s about time
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
The underside
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And now the question still remains
Which side loses, which side gains a grain of sand
That is, time
Tonight this town will turn to dust
The morning dew will turn to rust, it’s about time
So take a side
I guess it all boils down to whether
You can cope with stormy weather in a cup, a hefty task
And whether worlds end overnight
They might just not or they just might, don’t even ask
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
The underside
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