Текст Sleater–Kinney – Here We Come

See the body in the road
Like a buggy, heavy load
Forty pounds, forty tons
Drag it with me, never done

Nothing finished
Nothing won
Carry the winners, everyone

Got my orders, here we come
Little country, little son
In the sand, we have dug
To our mirrors, what we want

You’re the father, what it’s done
I’m your boy, you’re like a son

I just can’t live ’cause my mother ?
Take me out into the weather
But I’m to find the feathers
The chaos in the home

Nothing finished
Nothing won
Carry the winners, everyone