歌词：
Portugal The Man Guns Guns Guns

older So much older than you think Crank the tap. Itch. Brimming with suspicions The burrows are brimming with suspicions Where have all the people gone Whose guns

older So much older than you think Crank the tap. Itch. Brimming with suspicions The burrows are brimming with suspicions Where have all the people gone Whose guns