Under the Satellite by Exit Verse Lyrics
Meet me at the revival down the road by the river
Under the satellite
Upon your arrival give the code
They'll ignore you if you do it right
Cover your hearth, dig your heels in
I know it's hard
Twisting the tourniquet before we depart
Throw your pearls in finery in shards
Among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
I heard you wailing in the night
Found you frail and so contrite
I see you pale yet, full of fight
I know your ailment, share your plight
You've got the sign of a saint, the divine
She sucks a cigarette and sips Ballantine's for the pain
And grips the twine
Twisting the tourniquet
Twisting the tourniquet, twisting the tourniquet
Twisting the tourniquet, twisting the tourniquet
Bustin' out of your chinos at the knees
Ditch your street clothes and tattered sleeves
When you get close, we head east
I'm the pilot and you're the priest
Cover your hearth, dig your heels in
I know it's hard
Twisting the tourniquet before we depart
Throw your pearls in finery in shards
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Under the satellite
Upon your arrival give the code
They'll ignore you if you do it right
Cover your hearth, dig your heels in
I know it's hard
Twisting the tourniquet before we depart
Throw your pearls in finery in shards
Among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
I heard you wailing in the night
Found you frail and so contrite
I see you pale yet, full of fight
I know your ailment, share your plight
You've got the sign of a saint, the divine
She sucks a cigarette and sips Ballantine's for the pain
And grips the twine
Twisting the tourniquet
Twisting the tourniquet, twisting the tourniquet
Twisting the tourniquet, twisting the tourniquet
Bustin' out of your chinos at the knees
Ditch your street clothes and tattered sleeves
When you get close, we head east
I'm the pilot and you're the priest
Cover your hearth, dig your heels in
I know it's hard
Twisting the tourniquet before we depart
Throw your pearls in finery in shards
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites
Among the hypocrites, among the hypocrites