Lyrics of the Moment: "Tithe" by Menomena

"someone retired
on a percentage
of the tithe that paved these roads
they lead to nowhere
but they're still gridlocked,
made of Solomon's pure gold

beneath the door frame
waiting for earthquakes
after the rapture comes and goes
the saints went marching,
the trumpets sounding,
the chosen ones are phoning home

and nothing sounds appealing
appealing..."

cool lyrics from a song on the new CD "Mines" by Menomena out now on Barsuck Records