The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar
There's guys in biohazard suits
Mud caking on their rubber boots
They've come to keep your pretty things from danger
The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs
I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears
I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
The men were here to get your Belgian things
They waltzed right through the door and went flourescent
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent
The arteries are clogging in the mainframe
There's too much information in the pipes
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom
A tiger's never gonna change its stripes
I guess
I guess but Jesus what a mess
One way in and no way out
The men were here to get your Belgian things
And only I was here to see them do it
I wish you had a number where you are
It's hard with no one here to help me through it
I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar
There's guys in biohazard suits
Mud caking on their rubber boots
They've come to keep your pretty things from danger
The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs
I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears
I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
The men were here to get your Belgian things
They waltzed right through the door and went flourescent
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent
The arteries are clogging in the mainframe
There's too much information in the pipes
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom
A tiger's never gonna change its stripes
I guess
I guess but Jesus what a mess
One way in and no way out
The men were here to get your Belgian things
And only I was here to see them do it
I wish you had a number where you are
It's hard with no one here to help me through it
I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
Lyrics submitted by I'm a Pirate, edited by haruki
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I think its about someone getting sent to jail for meth because We Shall All Be Healed is about the meth people John used to know. He said that Belgium is where the meth users are trying to go when they do meth, I think. Or something like that. It's about losing someone because they went to jail.
"There's guys in biohazard suits" is cause they wear those when they clean up meth labs.
"I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures My camera groans beneath the weight it bears" is photgraphing the evidence.
"They waltzed right through the door and went flourescent" is cause it was like biohazardous.
"Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent" is cause meth is kind of shiny... maybe.
"A tiger's never gonna change its stripes I guess I guess but Jesus what a mess One way in and no way out" cause it's hard to change when youre addicted to drugs.
"I wish you had a number where you are It's hard with no one here to help me through it" Cause he wishes he knew how to contact this person, and its hard losing them.
I agree with this theory, though I always thought this song and Mole were linked, so that instead of jail, the person he's singing about went to the hospital because of the meth lab explosion.