Letras:
Clutch I

Great Divide I believe there's a storm a' brewin', a nine crows at nine o'clock nigh Dutch man at the mizzenmast six harpies are singin' to the Lee I

-b-e-g-i-n-n-i-n-g-t-h-e-r-e-i-s nothingness! But after I, I heard it all I knew she was a false prophet as was fore-told. she's not the angel that I

Great Divide. I believe there's a storm a' brewin', Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh. Dutch man at the mizzenmast, Six harpies are singin' to the lee, I

Traducción: Embreagem. Eu tenho o corpo de John Wilkes Booth.

Great Divide. I believe there's a storm a' brewin', Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh. Dutch man at the mizzenmast, Six harpies are singin' to the lee, I

. I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me. One little nibble in thirteen years, I really pack 'em in. This one I had, I seen it

No horizon is obscured by the clouds Settlements make nary a sound And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea While the bells of

no bliss Mason jars of petroleum You know those kids don't play And should you ever get a hold of them I'll tell you exactly what they'll say Time

the last place I expected to be Once upon an apocalypse So better make the most of it So I said to the horsemen ?Have a coke and a smile? So I said