| Song | They Are Not Like Us |
| Artist | The Walkabouts |
| Album | Travels In The Dustland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Fear is weightless | |
| Anger weighs a ton | |
| Throw money at it | |
| And they swear they're done | |
| Then they drive out here | |
| To investigate some crime | |
| But the trails gone cold | |
| So that buys us time | |
| They are not like us | |
| 'Cause they can't stare it down | |
| And they don't drink like us | |
| 'Cause they don't make a sound | |
| We will not go silent | |
| Silent to our end | |
| We will not go silent | |
| They need a "them" | |
| So they'll have an "us" | |
| Planned it that way | |
| It's just our luck | |
| We walk an edge | |
| That won't fold back | |
| But it tastes like courage | |
| Something that they lack | |
| I'll race them to oblivion | |
| When I count to three | |
| I'll race them to oblivion | |
| They'll get there before me | |
| Race them to oblivion | |
| Come when it will | |
| Come when it may | |
| The desert teaches ‘cause it takes away | |
| We are bird | |
| And we are snake | |
| Bones of laughter | |
| Thorns of hate |
| Fear is weightless | |
| Anger weighs a ton | |
| Throw money at it | |
| And they swear they' re done | |
| Then they drive out here | |
| To investigate some crime | |
| But the trails gone cold | |
| So that buys us time | |
| They are not like us | |
| ' Cause they can' t stare it down | |
| And they don' t drink like us | |
| ' Cause they don' t make a sound | |
| We will not go silent | |
| Silent to our end | |
| We will not go silent | |
| They need a " them" | |
| So they' ll have an " us" | |
| Planned it that way | |
| It' s just our luck | |
| We walk an edge | |
| That won' t fold back | |
| But it tastes like courage | |
| Something that they lack | |
| I' ll race them to oblivion | |
| When I count to three | |
| I' ll race them to oblivion | |
| They' ll get there before me | |
| Race them to oblivion | |
| Come when it will | |
| Come when it may | |
| The desert teaches ' cause it takes away | |
| We are bird | |
| And we are snake | |
| Bones of laughter | |
| Thorns of hate |
| Fear is weightless | |
| Anger weighs a ton | |
| Throw money at it | |
| And they swear they' re done | |
| Then they drive out here | |
| To investigate some crime | |
| But the trails gone cold | |
| So that buys us time | |
| They are not like us | |
| ' Cause they can' t stare it down | |
| And they don' t drink like us | |
| ' Cause they don' t make a sound | |
| We will not go silent | |
| Silent to our end | |
| We will not go silent | |
| They need a " them" | |
| So they' ll have an " us" | |
| Planned it that way | |
| It' s just our luck | |
| We walk an edge | |
| That won' t fold back | |
| But it tastes like courage | |
| Something that they lack | |
| I' ll race them to oblivion | |
| When I count to three | |
| I' ll race them to oblivion | |
| They' ll get there before me | |
| Race them to oblivion | |
| Come when it will | |
| Come when it may | |
| The desert teaches ' cause it takes away | |
| We are bird | |
| And we are snake | |
| Bones of laughter | |
| Thorns of hate |