| Song | 2nd 4th World War |
| Artist | Bruce Peninsula |
| Album | A Mountain Is A Mouth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| For all those millmen who cut their teeth | |
| Whose minds were made up on roof and feed | |
| I’ll come and I’ll leave | |
| Aching from a night in the city | |
| It might ruin me now, but I’d probably already be ruined | |
| For skin burned black with coal and grease | |
| That stuck to their lungs whenever they’d breathe | |
| I’ll come and I’ll leave | |
| Tempted by the lights of the city | |
| No clowning around | |
| T onight we’re going out to get ruined | |
| And I probably woulda never have thought | |
| If it weren’t written on metal | |
| That this is very old ground that you’re running from | |
| Can’t look for long, gotta be left and gone by five | |
| To be half-seas over by nine | |
| And bleeding drunk by midnight | |
| Forever indebted to the feats of our fathers | |
| But carry it on your back, it’s a sure collapse | |
| Laid out flat, gaspin’ | |
| All the trouble you attract | |
| With cause to match | |
| Would bring a quick collapse | |
| If you always had to carry that | |
| If the gear wheel goes | |
| (There’s gonna be a flood comin’) | |
| When the wallower rolls | |
| (There’s gonna be a flood comin’) | |
| Next thing you know | |
| (There’s gonna be a flood comin’ on) | |
| And the water won’t spare us | |
| (The water won’t spare us) | |
| If it comes to get us | |
| (If it comes to get us) | |
| And it won’t let up ‘til all that’s dear and precious is gone | |
| And our hearts all screech a hault | |
| Whenever there’s a flood coming on | |
| And when that flood comes it comes as a canon | |
| One that lets you catch the shot in your hands | |
| But just to send its shocking tidal wave | |
| Through every bone in your body | |
| Dealt our hands, mine’s low on luck | |
| If you’re all going out you can sign me up | |
| Seems the only time that I can collect my thoughts | |
| Is if I’m bleeding, stinking drunk (so drink up) | |
| We’ll admit in the names of our fathers | |
| But carry it on your back, it’s a sure collapse | |
| Laid out flat, gaspin’ | |
| All the trouble you attract, with cause to match | |
| Would bring a quick collapse | |
| If you always had to carry that | |
| And even though the doubt we all felt | |
| Came to prove itself | |
| The overflow came down | |
| With a force we never dreamed off | |
| When that rolling canon shot | |
| Rolls along again, our guard is up | |
| All the damage and all we’ve lost | |
| Lost it all with a canon shot |
| For all those millmen who cut their teeth | |
| Whose minds were made up on roof and feed | |
| I' ll come and I' ll leave | |
| Aching from a night in the city | |
| It might ruin me now, but I' d probably already be ruined | |
| For skin burned black with coal and grease | |
| That stuck to their lungs whenever they' d breathe | |
| I' ll come and I' ll leave | |
| Tempted by the lights of the city | |
| No clowning around | |
| T onight we' re going out to get ruined | |
| And I probably woulda never have thought | |
| If it weren' t written on metal | |
| That this is very old ground that you' re running from | |
| Can' t look for long, gotta be left and gone by five | |
| To be halfseas over by nine | |
| And bleeding drunk by midnight | |
| Forever indebted to the feats of our fathers | |
| But carry it on your back, it' s a sure collapse | |
| Laid out flat, gaspin' | |
| All the trouble you attract | |
| With cause to match | |
| Would bring a quick collapse | |
| If you always had to carry that | |
| If the gear wheel goes | |
| There' s gonna be a flood comin' | |
| When the wallower rolls | |
| There' s gonna be a flood comin' | |
| Next thing you know | |
| There' s gonna be a flood comin' on | |
| And the water won' t spare us | |
| The water won' t spare us | |
| If it comes to get us | |
| If it comes to get us | |
| And it won' t let up ' til all that' s dear and precious is gone | |
| And our hearts all screech a hault | |
| Whenever there' s a flood coming on | |
| And when that flood comes it comes as a canon | |
| One that lets you catch the shot in your hands | |
| But just to send its shocking tidal wave | |
| Through every bone in your body | |
| Dealt our hands, mine' s low on luck | |
| If you' re all going out you can sign me up | |
| Seems the only time that I can collect my thoughts | |
| Is if I' m bleeding, stinking drunk so drink up | |
| We' ll admit in the names of our fathers | |
| But carry it on your back, it' s a sure collapse | |
| Laid out flat, gaspin' | |
| All the trouble you attract, with cause to match | |
| Would bring a quick collapse | |
| If you always had to carry that | |
| And even though the doubt we all felt | |
| Came to prove itself | |
| The overflow came down | |
| With a force we never dreamed off | |
| When that rolling canon shot | |
| Rolls along again, our guard is up | |
| All the damage and all we' ve lost | |
| Lost it all with a canon shot |
| For all those millmen who cut their teeth | |
| Whose minds were made up on roof and feed | |
| I' ll come and I' ll leave | |
| Aching from a night in the city | |
| It might ruin me now, but I' d probably already be ruined | |
| For skin burned black with coal and grease | |
| That stuck to their lungs whenever they' d breathe | |
| I' ll come and I' ll leave | |
| Tempted by the lights of the city | |
| No clowning around | |
| T onight we' re going out to get ruined | |
| And I probably woulda never have thought | |
| If it weren' t written on metal | |
| That this is very old ground that you' re running from | |
| Can' t look for long, gotta be left and gone by five | |
| To be halfseas over by nine | |
| And bleeding drunk by midnight | |
| Forever indebted to the feats of our fathers | |
| But carry it on your back, it' s a sure collapse | |
| Laid out flat, gaspin' | |
| All the trouble you attract | |
| With cause to match | |
| Would bring a quick collapse | |
| If you always had to carry that | |
| If the gear wheel goes | |
| There' s gonna be a flood comin' | |
| When the wallower rolls | |
| There' s gonna be a flood comin' | |
| Next thing you know | |
| There' s gonna be a flood comin' on | |
| And the water won' t spare us | |
| The water won' t spare us | |
| If it comes to get us | |
| If it comes to get us | |
| And it won' t let up ' til all that' s dear and precious is gone | |
| And our hearts all screech a hault | |
| Whenever there' s a flood coming on | |
| And when that flood comes it comes as a canon | |
| One that lets you catch the shot in your hands | |
| But just to send its shocking tidal wave | |
| Through every bone in your body | |
| Dealt our hands, mine' s low on luck | |
| If you' re all going out you can sign me up | |
| Seems the only time that I can collect my thoughts | |
| Is if I' m bleeding, stinking drunk so drink up | |
| We' ll admit in the names of our fathers | |
| But carry it on your back, it' s a sure collapse | |
| Laid out flat, gaspin' | |
| All the trouble you attract, with cause to match | |
| Would bring a quick collapse | |
| If you always had to carry that | |
| And even though the doubt we all felt | |
| Came to prove itself | |
| The overflow came down | |
| With a force we never dreamed off | |
| When that rolling canon shot | |
| Rolls along again, our guard is up | |
| All the damage and all we' ve lost | |
| Lost it all with a canon shot |