Rod Lyrics by Fall, The

Rod Lyrics

    It's approaching
    600 pounds gas and flesh
    Robes in tatters
    It's approaching
    Lips and tongue abhorrent
    Flickering lexicon
    Or a stray dog pack leader



    Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
    Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
    Realm of dusk



    The northerns
    Look at the north ones
    Their brains are unhinged by the sun



    Rare stone
    Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone
    It comes to take them
    Move out the armies

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