Valley of the Low Sun
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๐ Lyrics
We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure
And laid our armor down
These precious metals and these captain's letters
They are no use to us now
In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
Than any offer was
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
Unable to hold their own guns
I know that soldiers are not paid to think
But something is making us sick
Onward and steady
Able and young
In the valley of the low low sun
In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
Into the back of beyond
Burning the daylight into a pastime
That's too wise to come more than once
It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming
Out mining a slippery world
Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel
And bombers named after girls
On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
There's a new kind of beast getting up
That's stranger than fiction
Speaking in tongue
In the valley of the low low sun
Hold on for the slow turning
Smoke if you've got 'em boys
This is bottom hiding out
Down under the stairs
Tomorrow has come
Like it's drunk on the blood
Of the men who have dared to be there
The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
It's way up around the sun
As cool water crashes down to the masses
Bootlegged and bottled like rum
My dreams are humble lean as arrows
Streetwise ready and fair
As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
On high seas not fit to be sailed
Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
But baby we just look like hell
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of the low low sun
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of low low sun
And laid our armor down
These precious metals and these captain's letters
They are no use to us now
In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
Than any offer was
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
Unable to hold their own guns
I know that soldiers are not paid to think
But something is making us sick
Onward and steady
Able and young
In the valley of the low low sun
In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
Into the back of beyond
Burning the daylight into a pastime
That's too wise to come more than once
It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming
Out mining a slippery world
Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel
And bombers named after girls
On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
There's a new kind of beast getting up
That's stranger than fiction
Speaking in tongue
In the valley of the low low sun
Hold on for the slow turning
Smoke if you've got 'em boys
This is bottom hiding out
Down under the stairs
Tomorrow has come
Like it's drunk on the blood
Of the men who have dared to be there
The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
It's way up around the sun
As cool water crashes down to the masses
Bootlegged and bottled like rum
My dreams are humble lean as arrows
Streetwise ready and fair
As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
On high seas not fit to be sailed
Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
But baby we just look like hell
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of the low low sun
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of low low sun
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.36] We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure
[00:12.88] And laid our armor down
[00:16.54] These precious metals and these captain's letters
[00:19.38] They are no use to us now
[00:24.82] In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
[00:28.45] Than any offer was
[00:32.26] We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
[00:36.81] Unable to hold their own guns
[00:41.45] I know that soldiers are not paid to think
[00:46.05] But something is making us sick
[00:51.53] Onward and steady
[00:53.38] Able and young
[00:55.14] In the valley of the low low sun
[01:00.79] In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
[01:05.32] Into the back of beyond
[01:09.84] Burning the daylight into a pastime
[01:13.68] That's too wise to come more than once
[01:16.45] It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming
[01:19.43] Out mining a slippery world
[01:25.13] Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel
[01:28.88] And bombers named after girls
[01:33.55] On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
[01:36.25] There's a new kind of beast getting up
[01:42.77] That's stranger than fiction
[01:44.62] Speaking in tongue
[01:46.41] In the valley of the low low sun
[01:52.81] Hold on for the slow turning
[01:57.44] Smoke if you've got 'em boys
[02:00.16] This is bottom hiding out
[02:02.02] Down under the stairs
[02:04.82] Tomorrow has come
[02:07.63] Like it's drunk on the blood
[02:10.31] Of the men who have dared to be there
[02:28.37] The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
[02:32.12] It's way up around the sun
[02:36.03] As cool water crashes down to the masses
[02:40.64] Bootlegged and bottled like rum
[02:45.48] My dreams are humble lean as arrows
[02:48.15] Streetwise ready and fair
[02:51.89] As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
[02:54.74] On high seas not fit to be sailed
[03:01.09] Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
[03:05.67] But baby we just look like hell
[03:18.68] Act like you mean it where paradise was
[03:21.58] In the valley of the low low sun
[03:44.50] Act like you mean it where paradise was
[03:45.43] In the valley of low low sun
[03:46.37]
[00:12.88] And laid our armor down
[00:16.54] These precious metals and these captain's letters
[00:19.38] They are no use to us now
[00:24.82] In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
[00:28.45] Than any offer was
[00:32.26] We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
[00:36.81] Unable to hold their own guns
[00:41.45] I know that soldiers are not paid to think
[00:46.05] But something is making us sick
[00:51.53] Onward and steady
[00:53.38] Able and young
[00:55.14] In the valley of the low low sun
[01:00.79] In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
[01:05.32] Into the back of beyond
[01:09.84] Burning the daylight into a pastime
[01:13.68] That's too wise to come more than once
[01:16.45] It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming
[01:19.43] Out mining a slippery world
[01:25.13] Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel
[01:28.88] And bombers named after girls
[01:33.55] On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
[01:36.25] There's a new kind of beast getting up
[01:42.77] That's stranger than fiction
[01:44.62] Speaking in tongue
[01:46.41] In the valley of the low low sun
[01:52.81] Hold on for the slow turning
[01:57.44] Smoke if you've got 'em boys
[02:00.16] This is bottom hiding out
[02:02.02] Down under the stairs
[02:04.82] Tomorrow has come
[02:07.63] Like it's drunk on the blood
[02:10.31] Of the men who have dared to be there
[02:28.37] The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
[02:32.12] It's way up around the sun
[02:36.03] As cool water crashes down to the masses
[02:40.64] Bootlegged and bottled like rum
[02:45.48] My dreams are humble lean as arrows
[02:48.15] Streetwise ready and fair
[02:51.89] As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
[02:54.74] On high seas not fit to be sailed
[03:01.09] Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
[03:05.67] But baby we just look like hell
[03:18.68] Act like you mean it where paradise was
[03:21.58] In the valley of the low low sun
[03:44.50] Act like you mean it where paradise was
[03:45.43] In the valley of low low sun
[03:46.37]