Текст песни Trickle Down System - Giant Sand

Grandpa's house lay a bit embattered
The family split up since his burial
Bitter fights over the family business
I tell ya, if he were here today
He'd say life compared to death
Is so surreal

My dream house burns to ashes
Every night before the dawn
As I rummage through the ashes and find a familiar
Bone to carry on
All those memories I thought were long gone
I gotta let it alone, let it alone

And all that you have is easily taken
All that you give is usually mistaken
Take off your dresses
Lay naked on the bed
The Trickle-Down system
Comes a flowing into your head

When we were younger, we were more like purveyors
Perverse and purposeful and full of neglect
These days we have been reduced to surveyors
More severe, more soulful, and
Actually capable of some respect

All that you have is easily taken
All that you give is usually mistaken
Take off your uniforms
Lay naked on the bed
The Trickle-Down system
Comes a pouring into your head

Past the point (the point of) of no return
Ashes to ashes, return to cinder
Maybe I'm a ponderer
Sleep drunk on a pond of her tears

All that you have is easily taken
All that you give is usually mistaken
Take off of everything
Lay naked on the bed
The Trickle-Down system
Comes a pouring in your head