Frog Eyes - Caravan Breakers, They Prey on the Weak and the Old lyrics

Oh, hate so bad from the jumping pounding pad When the crystal in the mountain made the early morning sad I know not the remnants of the cold lieutenant's dad Well they know about the babies and the bottles and they go To the country, it's a blessing it's a fortunate soul I felt the Mayfair* and I felt it's ghost Was just a poison and a poison is supposed To poison all the censors that deliver your ghost I know about the babies and the bottles and they go In a battle to the place that only one person know Hate so bad, but Think of what we had and Watch the burning barrels But the burning and it seems so sad A ship, the ship transfer, your drunken dad Oh I know what they rise and I know what they rail And I watch as the teenagers they smoke on the trail I bet you're sick of hearing songs up on the trail And I sing a song about ice in their sails Oh, hate so bad from the jumping pounding pad When the crystal in the mountain made the early morning sad I know not the remnants of the cold lieutenant's dad Well they know about the babies and the bottles and they go To the country, it's a blessing it's a fortunate soul I felt the Mayfair* and I felt it's ghost Was just a poison and a poison is supposed To poison all the censors that deliver your ghost I know about the ladies and I know about the show And I ran to the place that only one person know Hate so bad, but Think of what we had and Watch the burning barrels But the burning and it seems so sad A ship, the ship transfer, your drunken dad Oh I know what they rise and I know what they rail And I watch as the teenagers they smoke up on the trail I bet you're sick of hearing songs up on the trail And I sing a song about ice in their sails I... I wait on the sad and the old Oh caravan breakers they pray for the weak and the old I... I wait on the weak and the old Oh caravan breakers they pray for the weak and the old I... I prey on the weak, weak and the old Oh caravan breakers they f**in' pray for the weak, weak and the old I... I pray for the weak, weak and the old Oh caravan breakers they f**in' pray for the weak, weak and the old Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold Woohoo! You ain't gonna help out nobody Woohoo! You ain't gonna help out nobody Woohoo! You ain't gonna help out nobody Woohoo.... Oh oh oh... La la la...