Us Against The Music - Sainte Catherines

If you wouldn't tell Stalin then don't tell anyone 
You're sick of fighting, I thought we'd already won 
When I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town 
There was only music that kept my feet on the ground 

What are they fighting for? 
For freedom or for oil? 
I lost touch and I got bored 
Too much lying and too much blood 

If you wouldn't tell George Bush, don't tell anyone 
You're sick of fighting, I thought we'd already won 
I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town 
There was only music that kept my feet on the ground 

I still miss the hand that feeds 
But it's all good, I feel the beat 
The ring of fire, the honesty 
I hear your voice and I still breathe 

If you wouldn't tell your husband then don't tell anyone 
You're sick of fucking, I thought he already knew 
You wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house 
There was only music that kept your feet on the ground 

He left you here crying 
Sold everything for pills 
But I realize I was not 
The center of everything we got 

There's no goal, there's no purpose 
But happiness for those who wait 
Just play me an old record 
What goes around will come back someday 

There's no goal, there's no purpose 
But happiness for those who wait 
Just play me an old record 
What goes around will come back today