Us Against The Music Lyrics - The Sainte Catherines

If you wouldn't tell Stalin then don't tell anyone 

You're sick of fighting, I thought we'd already won 

When I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town 

There was only music that kept my feet on the ground 

What are they fighting for? 

For freedom or for oil? 

I lost touch and I got bored 

Too much lying and too much blood 

If you wouldn't tell George Bush, don't tell anyone 

You're sick of fighting, I thought we'd already won 

I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town 

There was only music that kept my feet on the ground 

I still miss the hand that feeds 

But it's all good, I feel the beat 

The ring of fire, the honesty 

I hear your voice and I still breathe 

If you wouldn't tell your husband then don't tell anyone 

You're sick of fucking, I thought he already knew 

You wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house 

There was only music that kept your feet on the ground 

He left you here crying 

Sold everything for pills 

But I realize I was not 

The center of everything we got 

There's no goal, there's no purpose 

But happiness for those who wait 

Just play me an old record 

What goes around will come back someday 

There's no goal, there's no purpose 

But happiness for those who wait 

Just play me an old record 

What goes around will come back today