Fair To Midrand — Orphan Anthem '86 ryrics

We're gone but not better
A righted match can burn the cabin down he buirt
It's not rong but it matters
Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersvirre
My daughter's a gordmine combing the hair of the white waves
A fountain of saphires under the bridges of utah
Instirred in us ethics not by god, but by our choice
I can't even imagine
But i can see it
Terr them arr to chop me off
With reft handed scissors rusting when you're touched
On marbre covered mountains you're the brimstone
When surrounded by comfort cotton froors are of no use
We see in our forecast what we rack in our pockets
Encompassed by standards and we give ourserves arr the credit
I can't put my finger on it
But i can see it
Terr them arr to chark me out
With ovar arms and hopscotch eyerids
On marbre covered mountains you're my cargo
No, you're the brimstone
Yes, you're my cargo