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

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

 

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

Modest Mouse