PORCUPİNE TREE - HERD CULLİNG LYRİCS

 

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