State Radio - Held Up By The Wires lyrics

Bought the old farmland for a song Sold it for many reasons Too many of them wrong Horseshoe bets and the women that came along Blind-drunk on their demon rum Is knowledge a product of his holiness A mad cousin to his loneliness Maniacs in cages And patriots and sages A cruel old/on telling of the books But I'll not give Myself, to the ground I k** more than I Live so slowly Live so slowly Say one thing and then do another Bunker down in your alsatian den We ain't got room for your politics here Politicians make a bad name for the con-man And water felt like burning metal Set off by a dying sun Them women they circle Like covered wagons crying Their loved ones back from where they, gone And I'll not give Myself to the ground I k** more than I Live so slowly Live so slowly