Made in Rive droite

Drift all you like from ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions and hijacked affairs
Will just make you more alone

When you come home I’ll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes
I wish you could see me dressed for the kill

You’re my man of war
You’re my man of war
Yeah, the worms will come for you, big boots
Yeah, yeah, yeah

So unplug the phones, stop all the taps
It all comes flooding back
To poison clouds and poisoned dwarves

You’re my man of war
You’re my man of war
Yeah, the worms will come for you, big boots
Yeah, the worms will come for you, big boots
For you, big boots