Shackle The Wind Lyrics - Army Of Freshmen

Here at the end, pathetic again 

But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line 

Curse all the soldiers, I swear that I'll hold ya 

When gentle days pass through my mind, through my mind 

Shackle the wind and I'll see you again 

When I ain't got nothing to prove. 

Shackle the wind and I'll see you again 

When I ain't got nothing to prove. 

Indian dreams and debutante summers 

I stammered and stuttered through lies, through lies 

You took advantage of a splintered filled victory 

While weakness held on in my eyes, in my eyes 

[Chorus] 

Cedar chest letters, tears in a dorm 

A rain dog alone in the storm, in the storm 

Victim of alleyways, cancer torn families 

Victim of alleyways born, still born 

[Chorus x2] 

Here at the end, pathetic again 

But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line