Sin-Eaters Songtext
von The National

Wall Street, jumps in the Hudson with gold in, their bathing suits
Then we, send in the miracle, fairies, that′s all we do

Want to give a withering speech to the fucked
Want to give a withering speech to the fucked


We had, beautiful views of the weather, coming for us
We'll dive, in with the sin-eaters while they, suck it all up

Want to give a withering speech to the fucked
Want to give a withering speech to the fucked (fucked)

Save my young white neck, it ain′t my, fault
Save my young white neck, it ain't my, fault