From the mountains above
And to the valley below
Beneath the dirt and the snow
Came the crashing waves
And the breaking of the bodies
Of the moms and their babes
But it ain't my fault
'Cuz I was drunk in a ditch
When the world fell apart
And oh won't you go
Where they break
Their bread on the backs of the folks who never know
Far from the dirt and the snow
We can stamp our feet
And let the Carrion wings of the birds keep the beat
Or we can light a fire
But all the matches went home
And the woods too tired
But it ain't my fault
'Cuz I was holding your hand
When the world fell apart
And oh won't you go
Where they break
Their bread on the backs of the folks who never know
Far from the dirt and the snow
And when the sun don't come
We will toil in the darkness that we have pawned
So make your bed
Cuz' I'll be champing at the bit
I'll be feasting on the dead
But it ain't my fault
'Cuz I was questioning grace
When the world fell apart
And oh won't you go
Where they break
Their bread on the backs of the folks who would never Know
Won't you go
Where they break
Their bread on the backs of the folks who would never know
Far from the dirt and the snow

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