Set the Killing Free - Aztec Camera

We are tirelessly talking

And rushing and walking

And digging the graves of our sins

Oh, we must dig so deep

That there’s something for keeps

But there that’s where my story begins

I’ve been drumming my fingers

And bumming with singers

Who’d sung with a watch at a wake

And they blamed rock 'n' roll

For the sleep in their soul

And they swore they had nothing to shake

Oh, Jesus in heaven

What’s become of me?

Oh, shake it and break it

Set the killing free

When the money gets short

I am holding the fort

Like I’m smiling with smoke in my eyes

So swim over the road

To my humble abode

With your lips like a sucking surprise

If it’s a hassle to do

Get a ticket for two

And we’ll reach for tomorrow tonight

When we hit font en blue

Then our ticket for two

Is a pass to the place of the light