The new press and the old frontiers
Never need a reason to stay here
Jezebel, you oughta know
I’ve been away for so long

Patiently we skin the kill
Holding back the water still
Maybe we should dig another hole
And find out where the other rivers go

Looking through the papers
You see what I mean?
It’s just all wrong
Everyone in their own hell
And we’ve all got a soul to sell
It’s alright

Suddenly we lose our will
Holding back the water still
Maybe we should dig another hole
Maybe we should dig another hole

Jezebel you oughta know I’m getting tired
I’m growing old, so old and I can’t sleep at night
Jezebel you oughta know I’m getting tired
I’m growing old, it’s cold
Jezebel you oughta know I’m getting tired
I’m growing old, it’s old
Jezebel you oughta know the same old story
It’s growing old, it’s old

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley