Carthage (LA Cowboys)

[intro] By Richmond I raised my Hands Laying on the floor Warm breeze, dusty lands A Starling's at the door The promise was never kept My heart under my feet After the event he wept The price was to steep What should I resent? Oh, What should I resent? I had no comment. No response. nothing to say. My people, my people My people. who expect, Exactly nothing. (Ahhhh aah aaaaahhhhh) To Carthage they will go. To Carthage we must go. [musicalbreak] What should I resent? Oh, What should I resent? I had no comment. No response. nothing to say. My people, my people My people. who expect, Exactly nothing. (Ahhhh aah aaaaahhhhh) To Carthage they will go. To Carthage we must go. My feet are at Fairfield, And my feet Above my heart. He claimed a new deal He promised a new start. Warm breeze, dusty trees By Richmond I raised my Hands A Starling, a man of means Laying in the sands [break] On Wrightsville sands Oh, on Wrightsville sands I can connect, nothing with nothing. The broken fingernails of dirty hands. [end break] What should I resent? Oh, What should I resent? I had no comment. No response. nothing to say. [outro] My people, my people My people. who expect, Exactly nothing. (Ahhhh aah aaaaahhhhh) To Carthage they will go. To Carthage they will go. (Ahhhh aah aaaaahhhhh) To Carthage we must go. To Carthage we must go.