Graves Lyrics & Chords By Ravenna Woods

Lined up, tied up, pull the strings right up - they got the souls from the graves.
Finance, old cash, working class; no chance - they got the souls from the graves.
Hard lives, bad fights, patching up old lies - we got the souls from the graves.
False hope, black smoke, targets on tight ropes - we got the souls from the graves.
Good men and bad men working for both sides, just picking the lesser evil
(Buy the ticket, take the ride).
No matter which way you have turned your head - the king is dead, the queen is dead;
Money runs this government now.