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