Everyone Chooses Sides Lyrics - The Meadowlands - 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 

everyone choose sides 

poorer or not this year and hell's the difference 

everyone sell lies 

everyone choose sides 

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 

everyone choose sides 

I'm back! I'm back! So sing to raise the blind up 

I've walked away from more than you imagine and I sleep just fine 

we fought and brought up more - the shovels high up 

on the 10-ton line