All These Weathermen Songtext
von Dead Mechanical

You can have it
Everything you wanted, everything that you could need
You can take it
Cold throats and wet tongues always speak more clear
Lie down, pour it out
Oh, how we spilled our guts out
How it feels to choke down
And whisper storm clouds
We′ve got secrets
Precious little mouthfuls to feed your fears
We strike matchsticks
Tiny flames light up to burn your ears
Lie down, spill it out
Oh, how it feels to force down


How we poured our hearts out
Screaming storm clouds
And on every rainy day, we sing
For all these motherfuckers
For all these petty officers
For all that these weathermen
Pretended not to know
Pretended not to know.
We sing storm clouds
We sing storm clouds
We sing storm clouds
Is it what you wanted?
Is it what you wanted?
Is it what you wanted?