THE MEEK ARE ON THEIR OWN
I NEED THAT KIND OF BREAK
THE MOST DELIGHTED KNOW WHAT THEy're TOLD FOR THEIR SAKE
I NEED THAT KIND OF HOME
THE GEESE CAN FLAP AND ACHE
I WALK BEHIND THE SLOW AND I KNOW WHAT'S AT STAKE
I BELIEVE IN POWER AND GOLD
I BLEED AND MAKE MISTAKES
AND I SLEEP BESIDE THE ROPES THAT I HOLD WHEN I'M AWAKE