Summer blood for fighting dogs   Mardi Gras nineteen fifty-four   Oh no - he never liked Lincoln at all my child   I always thought the sun was just some hole in the sky   Till now      As we float this corpse ashore   Paroled in 54'      The four whores of the apocalypse laugh   Houses burning full of yellowed photographs   Of our children in fear disappearing from the ledge   Is God just an echo i hear in my head yeah      As we float this corpse ashore   Paroled in 54'      Summer blood for fighting dogs   I been everywhere on the same side of some road with you   The way that I remember being born was like waking from a dream   (you were there with me)   I bet your mother never ever heard you sing that song for me yeah   The way that i remember being born was like waking from a dream   T bet your mother never ever hear you sing that song for me   Somewhere we can't see from here   Somewhere we can't see from here   Somewhere we can't see from here