Everyone Choose Sides Lyrics - Wrens

....13 grand 

A year in the Meadowlands 

Bored and rural-poor, lord, at 35, right? 

I'm the best 17 year old ever 

Worked these sands 

I won't go back again 

Quitter quitter one boy bitter - rough luck 

Man to man hand to hand fight 40 

We're losing sand! 

A wrens' ditch battle plan 

Record after record black and deckered tack! tack! 

definition: hell and high water 

fatty come a courtin' lord the money! 

everyone choose sides 

the whole to-do of what to do for money 

Poorer or not this year and hell's the difference 

Let's talk plans 

And luck said, 'double damned 

Were you give women worth winning or what? 

A wasted share of shots at high-tide heaven' 

Greener grasses fade from where you wind up