The Brute Choir

Cow-call, and they were all calling together
 Describing the way to go
 I never hurt someone so young
 And I never held someone so sweet
 Makes me want to holler with them
 All the way down
 All the way down
 Their voices show the way
 How to hold it back
 See the end of the day
 Shut their mouths, shut their mouths
 And rip the pictures down
 Withdraw, withdraw, you live so far from town
 This is what makes a thing last
 Won't make what didn't happen go
 Take fear and call it lust
 Let me go lay in the snow
 I cannot rest
 With so many singing so many songs
 And what a way of singing
 Their voices are bringing trees to their knees
 With nothing to say when they're speaking
 They're quiet, the choir, their voices go higher
 The choir, the choir, their voices go higher