Brother Run Them Down - Constantines

Too many hospital blues

Too many hanging men

Come living rites, come desperation

You are not your generation

Days of doubt can ruin men

Brother, run them down

Come working nights, come paranoia

Come any hard times, waiting for you

Too many restless years friend to me

You’re an embassy in the middle of the night

In wayward nations

You are not your generation

Days of doubt can ruin men

Brother, run them down

Come working nights, come paranoia

Come any hard times, waiting for you

When you come home from your good work

And I come home from singing

We’ll go out and recognize each other

From a common beginning

Fear will bring a silence

Here I am before him

I should run before him

Catch and deafen me

This is a song for a sensitive man

And the humor that he keeps

For Tim, who brings rest to the restless

I sing so I can sleep

Days of doubt can ruin men

Brother, run them down

Come working nights, come paranoia

Come any hard times waiting for you