Fair To Midland
"Orphan Anthem '86 (Demo v2)"

Tell me your faith.
Show me your faith.
Tell me your way.
Show me your way.
Propel this town.
This town.

When surrounded by comfort, cotton floors are of no use.
We see in our forecast, what we lack in our pockets.
Tell the world we are shotguns,
Fully loaded and custom.
Tell Uncle Sam when he sees me,
We'll deprive him his paycheck.

Tell me your faith. (Tell me your faith)
Find me my name. (Find me my name)
Propel this town.

My daughter's a gold mine, combing the hair of the white waves.
A fountain of sapphires, under the bridges of Utah.
Instilled in us morals, not by God, but by our choice.
If ever we're needed, you can find us by your ear.

Tell me your faith. (Tell me your faith)
Find me my name. (Find me my name)
Propel this town.

Oh, thereupon, for now, in those towns, we're held captive.
Who knew?
Only handfuls of cartoons can misdirect our dialect.

Tell me your faith. (Tell me your faith)
Find me my name. (Find me my name)
Propel this town. (Propel this town)
Tell me your faith. (Tell me your faith)

Find me my name. (Well, my daughter's a gold mine)
Find me my name. (Combing the hair of the white waves)
Propel this town. (There was a fountain of sapphires)
Propel this town. (Under the bridges of Utah)

Tell me your faith. (When surrounded by comforts)
Tell me your faith. (Cotton floors are of no~)
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