Here We Come - Sleater-Kinney

See the body in the road

Like a buggy, heavy load

Forty pounds, forty tons

Drag it with me, never done

Nothing finished

Nothing won

Carry the winners, everyone

Got my orders, here we come

Little country, little son

In the sand, we have dug

To our mirrors, what we want

You’re the father, what it’s done

I’m your boy, you’re like a son

I just can’t live 'cause my mother

Take me out into the weather

But I’m to find the feathers

The chaos in the home

Nothing finished

Nothing won

Carry the winners, everyone