morecommondecency-blog:
Rummage through the gutted storehouse nowAnd lick the sweat from my browSaw the trucks roll out this morning, not sure when they’re coming back againFeel the prickings of my conscience in my chest every now and then
Rummage through the gutted storehouse now
And lick the sweat from my brow
Saw the trucks roll out this morning, not sure when they’re coming back again
Feel the prickings of my conscience in my chest every now and then