Текст Vetiver – The Porter

I was the porter for centuries
Bagman for wars never won
I carried the noose
Buried the gatling gun

I lived off dust and tumbleweeds
Dressed in a denim suit
Bothered the gents
Pulled up their towns by the roots
Sensation

Always did well with the womenfolk
Promises never I made
Tried when I could
Left when I said I would stay
Salvation

The fish feast on
The bodies of
The dead down in the sea
While I walk the land permanently
Vibration