Indigenous Syringes And A SIlver Boot . . . For Sam Lyrics

These fences mend themselves
These people are okay
I've been digging here alone
Against the odds of weight

This river here is bone
But that's not why we try
These friends don't make themselves
So I will ask them why

A sheet that's better torn, a careful man that dies
A bridge is only torn in the best possible light
Your father said to me, "Son, try everything twice"
So I take you out once more and damn I'm feeling fine

Damn I'm feeling fine . . . It's strong