Muy buena rola, de un muy buen grupo.
-LETRA-
All the boys who called their mothers on that day
Were no tough bunch, but they had the nerves, to go and say
That all your secrets were drowned
With the pioneers who were flooded from this town
They packed their bags only moments to late
With the pounding waves crashing up against the weakened water gates
Cause dire times, call for dire faces
So lovely dancer, call and answer
Trade our places in the night
We're running barefoot, you and I
Dead lovers salivate
Broken hearts tessellate tonight
And all the kids who cut their knees on that old school yard fence
Were holding out for prosperity in self defense
We beat them down again
There’s no fun in playing cowboys for pretend
We showed them what the backs of our hands are for
The divide is clear in the coming year the rich will take the poor
Cause dire times, call for dire faces
So lovely dancer, call and answer
Trade our places in the night
We're running barefoot, you and I
Dead lovers salivate
Broken hearts tessellate tonight
