The Sugar Riots
Текст песни Bitter Man

Time tastes foul when you can't see the sand
And every hour falls right through your hands
One day I will wake up and the sky will not fall
Upon all of us losing control

Blinding glitter is calling me without a smile
And oh how I wish this bus wouldn't leave this isle
One day I will wake up and the light won't give up
On all of us trying to cover us up.

Cause he's the man of woes
Don't play his game
You know, he might just kill himself today
Cause he's the man of woes
He won't hesitate
He might just cut or stab himself to death

The streets once oh so yellow, now all filled with pretty clothes
As every man and child runs to their wooden chair on their wooden legs
They look away
Every now and then I look around
And I see them all tossing round beehives

As the kind relief is setting in his spine
The bitter man gives up his time to shine
As the kind relief is setting in his spine
The bitter man forgets his time to shine