Text: Pavement. Crooked Rain Crooked Rain. Stop Breathin.

Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the corps
Never held my service

Send 'em a wire, give 'em my best
This ammunition never rests
No one serves coffee, no one wakes up

Stop breathin', stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad they broke me
Dad they broke me

Stop breathin', stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad they broke me
Dad they broke me

I can see the lines open shutters

And the leaves flocked on a grid
That's what they made my hero say
But nothin' gets me off so completely

Then when you put it down
Ten feet down in the ground
Call and response, negative home

Stop breathin', stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad they broke me
Dad they broke me

Stop breathin', stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad they broke me