Текст песни Unfortunate age

I applied...
And eventually they replied,
"Impeccable taste, such an unfortunate age."
Getting this far took a long time.
A car stolen properly, passport to poverty
...I applied

Bride-to-be...
For my benefit, marry me.
Help me fill out my forms,
Through the winter we'll stay warm.
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And patiently pay for it
Yearly with our lives,
Dearly with our lives...bride-to-be.

Bury us, with shovel and bible fuss.
Like the book that we've strummed,
We're dog-eared and well-thumbed.
We don't fold the pages,
We know where our place is.
A tree for a headstone,
Roots grow through our bones.