The Hoard

They say that good boys walk straight on white lines
Good boys keep their livers clean
And smoke out of their lungs

'Cause it's all about what you've done;
Good boys don't make mistakes to learn from

They won't be caught being young

Grace, make your way to the well,
To those who deserve it
'Cause after all, they've earned it

But vain, it's in vain,
'Cause they don't need it

They're steady, steady breathers,
Who won't lift a finger for the gasping weaker

Like it's something wearing thin,
Like it's gonna get you in


Grace, make your way to the well,
To those who deserve it
'Cause after all, they've earned it

But vain, it's in vain,
'Cause they don't need it

Grace make your way to the well,
But it's in vain,
'Cause they don't need it

Now I let go of your hand,
Somewhere between
Love and what it demands of me

Now I let go of your hand,
Somewhere between
Love and what it demands of me

Grace, make your way,
Make your way.
Grace, make your way,
Make your way.
Grace, make your way,
Make your way.
Grace, make your way,
Make your way.
Grace make your way,
Make your way.