They're constructing a Strawman and chopping him down.
And they're striking a match for the pile on the ground.
The henchmen are planning:
Its right where you're standing.
They're constructing a Strawman with structural flaws and they're chopping him down:
To flesh and blood we are bound.
New Morning, Wake Up
Still the same day. Its a set up.
Created for us by someone we'll never know.
The mystery is waiting...
We're sure to think the wrong thing.
One day we'll take back our lives, you and I.
Because every day is yesterday.
And tomorrow's the same way.
Every day is yesterday and Tomorrow's the same way.
New Morning, Get up.
Still the same day, won't you please shut up?
They're laughing at you.
You don't know what to do.
They're laughing at you.
You don't know what to do.
They're laughing at me.
I can finally see.
When they point the finger, there's no use to argue.
They're constructing a Strawman with structural flaws and they're chopping him down:
To flesh and blood we are bound.
Flesh and blood we are bound.
Flesh and blood we are bound.
Chopping him down,
To flesh and blood we are bound.
Because every day is yesterday.
And tomorrow's the same way.
Every day is yesterday and Tomorrow's the same way.
Nicaraguan-American psych-rock mixes groovy Southern fried style with a drop of acid and Latin American inflections like cumbia & trova. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 14, 2018