Текст Sleater–Kinney – Bury Our Friends

Tucker:
Today I am stitched, I am sewn
Patch me up, I’ve got want in my bones
Like some doll you thought you could throw

Brownstein:
Ready to climb
Out from under concrete
Only I get to be sickened by me
My body a smudge
Can’t make out the details
Want to start over and come into being

Chorus — Tucker & Brownstein:
Exhume our idols and
Bury our friends
We’re wild and weary
But we won’t give in
We’re sick with worry
These nerveless days
We live on dread
In our own Gilded Age

Tucker:
This dark world is precious to me
My scars make me breathe in so deep
My body has no need for sleep
This time around

Brownstein:
Ready to find
Fragments of stillness
Only I get to be punished by me

Chorus

Brownstein:
Make me a headline
I wanna be that bold
Make me a spotlight
So I can see the gold

Make me a headline
I wanna feel that bold
Make me a spotlight
So I can see the gold

Chorus

Tucker & Brownstein:
We speak in circles
We dance in code
Untame and hungry
On fire in the cold
Exhume our idols and
Bury our friends
We’re wild and weary
But we won’t give in