Romance, Pathos
Lend me your ears I know I've gotta sell it man
Loveless , love lost
In the end it's a case of wanting what you've never hadSo let them sink my bones in the river cold
Let them stake their claim to this rusty throne
We will scratch our words in this very stone, this very stoneWe are what we are, so let these songs be sung and let the words ring far
We are what we are, is what we areWork hard, no choice
Decisions define the things your reason never canSo let them sink our
bones in the river cold
Let them stake their claim to this rusty throne
We will scratch our words in this very stone, this very stoneWe are what we are, so let these songs be sung and let the words ring far
We are what we are, is what we areWe are the natives, the natives, the natives.