Who are we, sometimes I wonder Mercenaries or lovers On this side of the thunder It can be awful hard to know Sell our love for the paycheck Or spend the night on the freight deck For all the dues that we collect Our hearts can be overdrawn Dead in the water like lamb to the slaughter If the wind doesn't sing her Assuming I'm speaking in tongues Cause I need her The geeks, they can smell your coming Even out in the cold They'll wait you out, yeah, they'll grind you down But they're gonna get what they're owed And I know the red thread unraveled I know you're blue and you're black But there's still time if you don't mind The way that the odds are stacked Dead in the water like lamb to the slaughter If the wind doesn't sing her Assuming I'm speaking in tongues Cause I need a holy ghost