We're a close parlay
to the quotient of the day
Yeah it's all destroyed it won't even matter
They say though we'll go we have no home
Except the one that makes us stop and say
This is where the weathered
wear there arms like armor
and where the clock is like
another wittled mother
born to suffer
So we scream Bloody Murder
An evil fake bloody martyr
And now we'll wait for the orders
I am
Hostage
To the
Ebb and
Flow
We are
Hostage
To the
Ebb and
Flow flow flow flow oh oh oh
OK now I got a shot's lot of bread
dossier brothel bound and
red tape so they can't trace us
for this decree we remain nameless
turn the page 'cause you just got famous
silver top and serenade
and when complacency capitulates
underneath the open sky tonight
So I drew a place all fit for your own pleasure
lay down your sword and be thankful
biding time for right or rifles is
just a trick with out a trade
a trick with out a
We can't save you
From knowing the
Curse of the longest day
Cause and cure all
Come from having
the sense to know it was high time to escape
So welcome to stop
Welcome to stop
Welcome to stop
Where progress halts
I am
Hostage
to the
Ebb and flow
We are
Hostage
To the
Ebb and flow
Flow flow flow etc