Astronautalis The Wondersmith and His Sons

I am a soldier baby, who works just like a slave, sweating through the pain of digging his foxhole that he know is just a grave. You trust me don t you baby You d hand your life to me. Let s walk along the wire and watch the muzzles flash like lightning. A smile safecrackers understand, is rendering this steady hand obsolete, you thought you caught my slight of hand, but you could never understand, no not me. Father was a charming man with much hidden up his sleeve, I wonder if this is what he planned w