Letra de absense

The absence of god will bring you comfort, baby,
And planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich,
And i'm not my body or how i choose to destroy it.
Folk singers sing songs for the workin' baby.
We're just recreation for all those doctors and lawyers,
But there's no relief for the bleeding heart
'cause they'll be losing bodies tonight.

And rob says "you love, love, love, love and then you die..."
I've watched him while sleeping and seen him crying
With closed eyes.