This Is The Kit
Riddled With Ticks
Riddled with ticks
And squinting to see
We shook ourselves
We shook ourselves
We shook ourselves free
And whipped by the wind
Sand-stung and scree
We headed for
We made our way
We rolled into the sea
I know what is true
I know what is truth
I know what is truth
What is truth?
What is truth?
[Chorus]
And I will fight you
I will fight you
Will fight you
Will fight you
Will fight you
Will lose
Then patches of heat
In between the breeze
We dried ourselves
We dressed ourselves
We set ourselves free
And honest and true
His beauty was you
Will blame me
As I will blame you
[Chorus]
And I will fight you
I will fight you
Will fight you
Will fight you
Will fight
You will lose
Riddled with ticks
And squinting to see
We shook ourselves
We shook ourselves
We shook ourselves free