Ruin Lyrics

Backwards go the men into the garden

What herds them but a haircut and a look

They're only twenty, but they're already hardened

They've earned their horns with every hook

There will be sighs, oh

There will be signs, oh yes

But mostly it is better

Surely mostly it is better

Forget about great men

And soon the Great Forgetting is over

Leaving all that's left all over

Forward go long sleeves

A latitude, and shame

And curtains draw the whole world over

There will be sighs, oh

There will be signs, oh yes

But mostly it is better

Surely mostly it is better

Ponies cannot love children

But oh, those ponies

Ponies cannot love children

But oh, those ponies

There will be sighs, oh

There will be signs, oh yes

But mostly it is better

Surely mostly it is better

Those ponies

Those ponies

Those ponies

Those ponies

There will be sighs, oh

There will be signs, oh yes

But mostly it is better

Surely mostly it is better

Those ponies

Those ponies

Those ponies

Those ponies