The National - Sin-Eaters

Wall street jumps in the Hudson
With gold in their bathing suits
Then we send in the miracle ferries
That's all we do

Wanna give a withering speech to the fucked
Wanna give a withering speech to the fucked
Wanna give a withering speech to the fucked

We have beautiful views of the weather
Coming for us
We'll dive in with the sin-eaters
While they suck it all up

Wanna give a withering speech to the fucked
Wanna give a withering speech to the fucked
Wanna give a withering speech to the fucked

Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault
Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault
Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault

Written by:
Matthew Donald Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner

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