Constantines - New King [Acoustic] Lyrics
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New King [Acoustic]
New King [Acoustic] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For New King [Acoustic] By Constantines?
Your mother and father
Walked out of the city Bound together As they were bound to be To pull a fortune from a river Drink the syrup from the tree Kith and kin When the ice gets thin We'll forage and we'll fend As you deliver we'll begin To deliver them Your father on the radio Your mother on the hill Put these words together With their bodies and their will Kith and kin when the ice gets thin We'll forage and we'll fend As you deliver we'll begin To deliver them Show your faces, hear the sound There's a new king coming 'round They came to this world naked To be sad inside the head They will nurse and decorate you And learn you how to stand In your mother's leather jacket And your father's cotton shirt You look good into the light Go down deep into the dirt Kith and kin when the ice gets thin We'll forage and we'll fend As you deliver we'll begin To deliver them Show your faces, hear the sound There's a new king coming 'round Your mother and father Walked out of the city Bound together As they were bound to be To pull the bed From new beginnings Of drift wood And fallen leaves |
Who Wrote New King [Acoustic] By Constantines?
Bryan Webb, Dallas Wehrle, Doug Macgregor, Steven Lambke, Will Kidman
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What's The Duration Of The New King [Acoustic] By Constantines?The duration of New King [Acoustic] is 4:13 minutes and seconds. |
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