Fair to Midland Golden Parachutes Lyrics

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Here they come
Smashing the gate
Swallowing swords with a song
Now my throat's numb
Where to find you
Your bread and your butter
Your deals lie in gutter
You both will decide
You know where the tide

Were you shaking in your boots?
Did it scare you half to death?
When you saw the falling arrows.
Did you stop it in your tracks?
Or join the whole stampede?
Just to keep from spilling over...

Won't that be a sight?
Won't that be a sight? Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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