------Southern Tenant Folk Union
Crash your moving game then speed
Watch the screen, it will cut your lead.
Crush the splinter between us, you felt
I die a bit at a time, turn bound.
Crash your moving, feel the sound
In the bushes, underground.
Crash statistics year on year.
Rising profits or disappear.
Crash, stargraces or falls so fast
Beg your palm mark scars will last.
Crash, still moving in the air
Shattered pathways fixed in fear.
Crash, crash, crash, crash.