From the recording We Cried For Fun
Lyrics
It's all over
They'll be coming for you now
Gentle soldier
Will you ever tell us how
They have thrown you
Toward the sun
Mock the spiders in the trees
With your confession
Mock the spiders in the trees
With your confession
Paper soldier
It's a shame to see you now
Through the torture
Speak the words that they'll allow
Like the fire of a gun
Mock the spiders in the trees
With your confession
Mock the spiders in the trees
With your confession