Finch On Saturday letra

Boys, they've got wicked things on their minds.
Before the father said you're toein' the line.
Like a finch on Saturday, sin with wings.
Give your tongue to God, on Sunday sing.

It all seems fine. These things are off your mind. Remember we're born to die,
but she was born to cry.
To cry herself to sleep.

Red cowards in the home of the brave.
Rather the knaves and crooks that twist the good book.
Peasants, paupers, pilgrims they are the same.
They give their dollars to God but they need their pay.

It all seems fine. These things are off your mind. Remember we're born to die,
but she was born to cry.
To cry herself to sleep.

Horse Feathers - Letras

• A Burden
• A Heart Arcane
• Altamont
• Belly Of June
• Best To Leave
• Better Company
• Bird On A Leash
• Blood On The Snow
• Born In Love
• Broken Beak
• Curs In The Weeds
• Different Gray
• Don't Mean To Pry
• Dustbowl
• Evictions
• Falling Through The Roof
• Father
• Faultline Wall
• Finch On Saturday
• Fit Against The Country
• Hardwood Pews
• Heathen's Kiss
• Helen
• Honest Doubters
• In Our Blood
• Last Waltz
• Like Lavender
• On The Rise
• Pacific Bray
• Rude To Rile
• So Long
• The Drought
• The Hex
• The Widower
• This Is What
• Thistled Spring
• Vernonia Blues
• Walking & Running
• What We Become
• Without Applause
• Working Poor