Your rye thumbs

Your red beet palms

Your eyes were a perch patchwork

Your eyes were a perch patchwork

Your rye thumbs

Your red beet palms

Your eyes were a perch patchwork

Your eyes were a perch patchwork

You know we can leave this place

No one lives here anymore

Know we can leave this place

No one lives here anymore

With the race over, we'll take what we can get

With the race over, we'll take what we can get

With the race over, we'll take what we can get

With the race over, we'll take what we can get

With the race over, we'll take what we can get

Your rye thumbs

Your red beet palms

Your eyes were a perch patchwork

And your high hopes

Your high hopes

Your high hopes

Your eyes were a perch patchwork

Your eyes were a perch patchwork

You know we can leave this place

No one lives here anymore

Know we can leave this place

No one lives here anymore

No no no no no

With the race over

With the race over

With the race over

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)

With the race over (we'll take what we can get)