Poor Places - The Unified Theory of Everything Version

Lyrics for Poor Places - The Unified Theory of Everything Version

It's my father's voice trailing off Sailors sailing off in the morning To fight the war With the air-conditioned rooms At the top of the stairs At the head of the table But it makes no difference to me How they cried all over overseas When it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside If there's bourbon on the breath Of the singer you love so much He doesn't care He takes all the words from the books That you don't read anyway But it takes all the life out of me When it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside And it takes all the breath out of me How they cried all over overseas And it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside When it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside I'm not going outside