Ot-ven-rot Lyrics

Ot-ven-rot lyrics

This bruised brain can only take so much heat

 This mind has been used as a skittle in a dust bowl

 A wrecking of the soul-turned over and spewed out

 Carried away over junk left behind by all

 

 CHORUS:

 Till the cattle finally come home

 And all the worker's  bodies pile up

 Like so many used cars

 (x2)

 

 This carriage of skin and bone is my home

 I'm in need of new tissue but I ain't gonna get it

 I use the leftovers the junk left behind by all

 That junk chucked away to be replaced

 By some new

 

 So bright and shiny golden silver

 That it shatters the sun

 So as God can see it

 And will not spit on their land

 That land was bought by the skin of their teeth

 Or the spine and spirit of those crushed below them

 In the world below where the junk ain't so bright

 And those who got it-build for those who got better

 Anything they want with their bones and skin

 

 (Repeat CHORUS x3)