When the sun comes try not to hate the light - someday we won't remember this.
~Feast like pagans, never get enough Sleep like dead men, wake up like dead men And when the sun comes, try not to hate the light Someday we'll try to walk upright~
Let this whole town hear your knuckles crack.
Time for late night Mountain Goats.
perplexing and brilliant - which makes for a good song
Just keep coming back to this one...