Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailor's thread
How many sheaves were counted
How did the carriage shine
How many thoughts were doubted
How did the landlord dine
Just as you sow you shall reap
Who led the mayday feasting
Who saw the harvest home
Who left the future wasting
Who watched the families go
See where the bowls are empty
See where the arms reach
See where the butter melted
See where the altars creak
Where were the days of promise
Where were the gifts divine
Where were the heroes honest
Where was the summer wine
Watch how the waves must shatter
Watch how the shore divides
Watch how the nets will tatter
Watch Canute and his brideInside a heart
Of freezing boys
Searching for the answer
In a shiney dime

Who beg for sleep
And piece of mind
Why must the aging page
Decide?

Me and John the 23rd have
Tasted these sour words and I
Just can't shake this belief that it's not a
Test of devotion or something you read

From the dawn of time
They taught her why
Not to ask those questions
And never cry

A plate of stars
Could never take the place of the
Boy who swore to catch me
As I run through the rye

I know it's been quite a long time since I
Sang a hym without guilt in my eyes
And I know he truly wouldn't care
'Cause if you really tried, he'd save a place for you there

My weary heart
Is looking, restless
Not for a pardon
But just one promise

All the faith that one can deserve, it's
Enough to wonder why you punish your girls
Sure he's facing you now, and not the wall, but isn't that
Better than facing nothing at all?

Would you like to see my flesh in pain?
Cross the line stain my arms in flames
Would you like to try and take the pain?
Self indulgency

Crossing the line
Excellerate
Building your tolerance
and bearing all the extremes

Excellerate
Excellerate
Excellerate
I take all the tic and the needle with in the addict with in
I take all the tic and the needle with in the addict with in

Would you like to see my flesh in pain?
Cross the line stain my arms in flames
Would you like to try and take the pain?
Self indulgency

Crossing the line
The threshold of pain
Building your tolerance
and bearing all the extremes

Excellerate
Excellerate
Excellerate
I take all the tic and the needle with in the addict with in (x4)

Would you like to cross my flesh in pain?
Cross the line to excellerate
Would you like to try and take the pain?
Cross the line to excellerate

Crossing the line
My threshold of pain
Building your tolerance
And bearing all the extremes-A 500 dollar bottle of wine [x2]
-A 500 dollar bottle of wine
-That's all we get for being with him all the time


I give them a 500 bottle of wine
That's all they get most of the time

-A 500 dollar bottle of wine [x2]

Two days in the desert
What did they get
For all of the tears and the grind
A 500 dollar bottle of wine

-We've been through desert
-And blew on our shirts (and Brix' torn our last shirts?)
-And all the lightning and life
-We said so much to (just a) crazy and white (whine?)
-A half filled (no) bottle of wine

-A 500 dollar bottle of wine
-That's all I get man most of the time.

We been through the desert
Went through their last shirts
And all the lightning and crime
A half-filled bottle of wine.

-They're all fat gits and they get on our tits
-They're all fat gits and they get on our tits


That's all you get most of the time
For all the life in crime
The 500 bottle of wine

-Drive (been) through the desert (drive for) in 36 hours
-But when we get the ending we took
-The 500 dollar (bottle) of wine
-A 500 dollar bottle of wine

An