Horse Feathers
finch on saturday
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Boys, they've got wicked things on their minds.
Before the father said you're toein' the line.
Like a finch on Saturday, sin with wings.
Give your tongue to God, on Sunday sing.
It all seems fine. These things are off your mind. Remember we're born to die,
But she was born to cry.
To cry herself to sleep.
Red cowards in the home of the brave.
Rather the knaves and crooks that twist the good book.
Peasants, paupers, pilgrims they are the same.
They give their dollars to God but they need their pay.
It all seems fine. These things are off your mind. Remember we're born to die,
But she was born to cry.
To cry herself to sleep.
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- Paste mPlayer #42
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- Cynic’s New Year
- Drain You
- Drain You b/w Bonnet of Briars - Digital 45
- Drain You / Bonnet of Briars
- Drain You b/w Bonnet of Briars 7 inch
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- Kill Rock Stars 2008 Sampler
- Cascades
- Kill Rock Stars Best Sampler Ever
- Paste Magazine Sampler #63: June 2010
- PDX Pop Now! 2006
- Paste Magazine Sampler #48: November 2008
- 20 Years of Kill Rock Stars
- Cascades 7"
- Pickathon Music Festival 2007