Tender Offer Songtext
von Christians and Lions

A shout in a holler for a hill to die on
A chip on a shoulder that I used to cry on

Tender offer

Remember the old oak missing leaves
Tried to put a grip of stitches in me

And your eyes searched mine
For something I might know
I knew nothing-it′s just as well


I grew from that sick puppy
Into a mama wolf who's only whelping runts

And I don′t know anymore if you love me
Or some memory I've not recalled for months

But my tender offer still stands
Tender offer

Gone pioneering, came as a thief
Is it any less endearing
As when a heathen takes his leave?


Tender offer
Remember these
Tender offers