Sin-Eaters - The National

Wall Street jumps in the Hudson

With gold in their bathing suits

Then we send in the miracle fairies

That’s all we do

Want to give a withering speech to the fucks

Want to give a withering speech to the fucks

We had beautiful views of the

Weather coming for us

We’ll dive in with the sin eaters

While they suck it all up

Want to give a withering speech to the fucks

Want to give a withering speech to the fucks

Save my young white neck, it ain’t my fault

Save my young white neck, it ain’t my fault