The Sainte Catherines – Us Against The Music lyrics

If


you wouldn't tell Stalin then don't tell anyone You're
sick of fighting I, thought we'd already won When
I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town There
was only music that kept my feet on the ground What

are they fighting for For?
freedom or for oil I?
lost touch and I got bored Too
much lying and too much blood If

you wouldn't tell George Bush don't, tell anyone You're
sick of fighting I, thought we'd already won I
wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town There
was only music that kept my feet on the ground I

still miss the hand that feeds But
it's all good I, feel the beat The
ring of fire the, honesty I
hear your voice and I still breathe If

you wouldn't tell your husband then don't tell anyone You're
sick of fucking I, thought he already knew You
wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house There
was only music that kept your feet on the ground He

left you here crying Sold
everything for pills But
I realize I was not The
center of everything we got There's

no goal there's, no purpose But
happiness for those who wait Just
play me an old record What
goes around will come back someday There's

no goal there's, no purpose But
happiness for those who wait Just
play me an old record What
goes around will come back today