Christoffel van Teijlingen - Featherless Redheads lyrics

[Verse] Pull my head back, pull my head back I'd better brace myself for what is to come Pull my head back, pull my head back Yeah they always said I was a son of a gun The rush of nations turning into routine The race of races stopped alluring to me The scent of a certain decay Is the state I'm going under, the state I'm going after Pull my head back, pull my head back I'd better brace myself for what is to come Pull my head back, pull my head back Yeah they always said I was a son of a gun [Chorus:] These are the stories of our lives At length, the S.O.S. is set Where the carca** lies, the vultures will gather And oh my God I'm never coming home [Verse:] The rush of nations turning into routine The race of races stopped alluring to me The scent of a certain decay; It's crawling up to my nose It's crawling up to my nose and I know that [Chorus:] These are the stories of our lives At length, the S.O.S. is set Where the carca** lies, the vultures will gather And oh my God I'm never coming home Is where the heart is tonight I can see them coming but I can't see who's right But I can see them coming for me I can see them coming for me 2x These are the stories of our lives At length, the S.O.S. is set This state I'm in could uphold itself forever And oh my God, I'm never coming - I can see them coming for me