[Verse 1] The men were here to get your Belgian things Theyll store them for you in an airplane hangar Theres guys in biohazard suits Mud caking on their rubber boots Theyve come to keep your pretty things from danger [Verse 2] The men were here to get your Belgian things Theyll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs I shot a roll of thirtytwo exposures My camera groans beneath the weight it bears [Chorus] I can see you in my sleep Playing the points for all youre worth Walking gingerly across the Bruised earth [Verse 3] The men were here to get your Belgian things They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent [Verse 4] The arteries are clogging in the mainframe Theres too much information in the pipes I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom A tigers never gonna change its stripes [Bridge] I guess I guess but Jesus what a mess One way in and no way out [Verse 5] The men were here to get your Belgian things And only I was here to see them do it I wish you had a number where you are Its hard with no one here to help me through it [Chorus] I can see you in my sleep Playing the points for all youre worth Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
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