Buffalo

Go ride in that death machine Exhaust pipe burning high Thank god, I'm elated Concentrated, atomized Look out at the country Muddy fields of the metropol 21, 21 Bury your hands when the undertow comes History, history They painted the frontier by spillin' of blood Atomized, atomized Your house and your family, yours to patrol History, history This is exactly how it's supposed to go Go ride in that death machine Exhaust pipe burning high Thank god, I'm elated Concentrated, atomized Look out at the country Smell the shit of the animals Shit on my shoes Dirt out of place Spit in the soil Oh, tearin' me down Watchin' my frame Hittin' the floor Oh, tearin' me out Cuttin' my hair Before I get old Oh, tearin' me out Teachin' me fear Before I get old Buffalo, buffalo Bury your hands when the undertow... History, history They painted the frontier by spillin' of... Atomized, atomized Your house and your family, yours to patrol History, history This is exactly how it's supposed to go You arrive in your death machine You step into the light Unburden all my senses and you set my heart alight All I know is, when you touch me That it feels like a miracle