Letra da Música: Heir To The Grindstone - Cats Are Aliens

I see myself in him
In the pieces that broke
Gently broken shards of good luck
He can see stars
He can see nothing but
He can scream hard
And that's all that we want
Right-angle corners to pack it in tight
Look at this, I fit just right
Big star non-starter
Must try harder
See you later
God

Now it's all been said
I wish it had been said by me
The table's already laid
But I'm setting a place for me
And my slice of the legacy

It's not me I see in the pieces that broke
Keep your head in the sand and your nose to the throne
It's not me I see in the pieces that broke
Keep your head in the sand and your nose to the throne

Quite a crowd has gathered in the stable
Find some flannel shirts to line the cradle
Quite a crowd has gathered in the stable
Find some flannel shirts to line the cradle
You have risen from the cradle
Bow down, Lord of the Unstable

Must try harder...

Big star non-starter
Must try harder
See you later
God