modest mouse
of course we know
The streets are just blankets and we sleep on their silky corpse Covered up by them, why would we ever want to wake up? Oh, no  Well, of course, of course, of course, of course Of course we just do not know  What in hell are we here for? We just do not know  Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul  The end is like cotton that we wear wherever we go Covered up by this, why would we ever want to try on your clothes?  Well of course, of course, of course, of course Of course we just do not know  Well, Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down (Let down your guard) Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your only son  Of course we know, ah ah ah ah ah ah