The Verlaines Way Out Where lyrics

Way out where the west commences it's all cut down
And lined with fences and open road
The first-world presidents defend it
The third world holds its head defenseless but I don't know
And the ocean is rising up, the rivers are drying up
The heavens above weren't big enough
And we've woven a rope we can all swing by
Plundering under an old thread-bare sky
And we thrive

P.C. singer, oil rigger, no good lawyer
All know which fate the future holds
You don't get bread from God in heaven
But lord defend us we all depend on the status quo

And the ocean is rising up, the rivers are drying up
The heavens above weren't big enough
And we've woven a rope we can all swing by
Plundering under an old thread-bare sky
And we thrive

No control we've all but blown it
The papal state unbending still says the answer's no
And way out where the west commences the same old stars
Make up the census in heaven's roll