Who sings this song? Who knows my head? Who broke my knife? Who sings the wastes When the sun shows its red? Who suffers fools? Who suffers stains? In the real crooked boats In the bottom of pastures The cotton clouds sing: "I am the post between the land and the bridge. Yea, I call my believers to brandish Their photographs of fathers in pools?" Golden bomb Who sings this song That explodes in my palm? Who makes these veins That pulsate in your dawn? Where you are you are you are Slow down, the government is allowed Where's the sun? Where's the sun? s** your berries or the train will not come Proceed to my front door Institutes must be the boyfriends of lies With my eyes closed Pavements sing of your daughter's reign She's eating pills and calling him again Who sings this song? Who breaks my bread? Who calls the brave? There is a matter in the block In the city, get paid Who sings in pools By the river that's stained? By the pool in the backyard In the pasture, I'll lie With your trembling legs "I am the post between the land and the bridge. Yea, I call my believers to brandish Their photographs of fathers in pools?" Golden bomb Who sings this song That explodes in my palm? Who makes these veins That pulsate in your dawn? Where you are you are you are Slow down, the government is allowed Where's the sun? Where's the sun? s** your berries or the train will not come Proceed to my front door Institutes must be the boyfriends of lies With my eyes closed Pavements sing of your daughter's reign She's eating pills and calling him again