In the House of Flies

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling
With a knife to open up the sky's veins

Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards half unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change

And when I should of been gone a long time
Laughs and says I find ways
Just when we're sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways

Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards half unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that'll never change

Hey I'm blind
Good, fine
Roll the time
On whose dime

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling
With a knife to open up the sky's veins

Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards half unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that'll never change
Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards half unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that'll never change

Backwater - Meat Puppets