Line the Cows Songtext
von DEADLETTER

Dungarees, goggles, and an air of deceit
These cows have been milked beyond plausible reason
Chortles and mutters and nothing else more
Yet you′ll sit on that stool 'til your gluteus is sore
A lunchbox, a towel, a skateboard, a bag
Insurance, and broadband, fast food
A suffocating presence like snakes in a duvet
I′ve no other choice than embracing what you say


All this ubiquity is making me nauseous
Lining the streets like the guardsman of the fortress
Line the cows
Line the cows
To call it a day is more gracious a thing
Then to keep churning out sour batches
Not that I'd say it was good in itself
But a handful is better than the need for a shelf
A name's aren′t important, we′ll think of one later
By the time that we're done, we′ll be household
There's a bloody great pile of waste down the road
Where lie our integrity, our substance and soul

All this ubiquity is making me nauseous
Lining the streets like the guardsman of the fortress
Line the cows
Line the cows

So take my money, sleeping people
Take the lot you might as well
Now get out of my personal space
Don′t wanna see you screws again
Not you, not any slight resemblance, acquaintance, nor alias
And saw the brainwashed innocence that thought of you are pious

Line the cows and squeeze it out
Line the cows and squeeze
Line the cows and squeeze it out
Bring 'em to their knees
Line the cows and squeeze it out
Line the cows and squeeze
What curd, what is to be procured
As yellow hell devours the world


All this ubiquity is making me nauseous
Lining the streets like the guardsman of the fortress
All this ubiquity is making me nauseous
Lining the streets like the guardsman of the fortress
All this ubiquity is making me nauseous
Lining the streets like the guardsman of the fortress
Line the cows
Line the cows