Sin-Eaters lyrics
Wall Street jumps in the Hudson river
with gold in their bathing suits
Then we send in the miracle fairies
That's all we do
Want to give a withering speech to the f*cks
Want to give a withering speech to the f*cks
We had beautiful views of the
Weather coming for us
We'll dive in with the sin eaters
While they suck it all up
Want to give a withering speech to the f*cks
Want to give a withering speech to the f*cks
Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault
Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault
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Sin-Eaters is a song interpreted by The National