Our buildings don't seem to hit
Something boils and something freezes
I'm up inside that thing
I'm in the building fighting
things I can't explain
And the way you spend the
night is just normality
Keep my head in my soul and I
can win down that hole
Keep my head in my heart but I
can walk out as well
Trumpeters are calling me,
I can hear, I can see
Trumpeters are practicing their
tattoo by my door
Trumpeters are calling me from
lands so far away
There's a tune they just do not
seem to know how to play
And the farmer drives the
tractor on the plain
But the passion that you
give me is just poverty
But can I have my soul back
and win down that hole
Can I have my heart back,
I want that as well
Drumpy, there's a gun in me,
I can hear, I can see
Drumpy, touch it right,
just leave the tattoo by my door
I've nothing left to live for but my
dearest crock in the cell
Death is not an enemy and I
thought I lost my soul
I'm in a belly fight,
two things I can't explain
And the way you love me,
you just stay trembling
Can I have my soul back?
went down that hole.
Can I have my heart back?
I want that as well.
Can I have my soul back?
It went down that hole.
Can I have my heart back? I
want that as well.
Trumpeters are calling me,
I can hear, I can see.
Tuffy turds they pride to sing,
their death march by my door
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