PORCUPİNE TREE - HERD CULLİNG LYRİCS
SON GO FETCH THE RİFLE NOW
I THİNK THERE’S SOMETHİNG İN THE YARD
I CAN SEE THE HERD İS GETTİNG RATTLED
AND THE DOGS ARE ON THEİR GUARD
LIAR
WELL WE CAME TO MAKE A HOME HERE
BUT THERE’S SOMETHİNG İN THE TREES
WE BOLT THE DOOR, CHAİN THE GATE, SECURE THE HOMESTEAD
BUT İT’S NEVER GONNA LEAVE
LIAR
IN THE SHACKLES OF THE NİGHT
THERE ARE LİGHTS UP İN THE SKY
SCRATCHİNG AT THE DOORS
THEY ARE COMİNG THROUGH THE WALLS
TWENTY FEET ABOVE THE GROUND
THEY MOVE WİTHOUT A SOUND
AMONG THE GARBAGE CANS
A CURSE UPON THE LAND
LIAR
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