| Song | City Of Brotherly Love |
| Artist | Cass McCombs |
| Album | Prefection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So you fell out of the nest | |
| Pigeon feathers in your mouth | |
| This considered | |
| Son Of Letters | |
| Is taking you out | |
| Our father who art in heaven | |
| Made a circle around my brethren | |
| A circle you did cross | |
| Let me be more specific | |
| I’m the model, you’re the mythic | |
| And NOW you get tossed | |
| Welly, welly, well | |
| Who doesn’t owe to you? | |
| No guardian nor craft | |
| Yes, I’ve read my | |
| Plato, too | |
| This battle-talk that | |
| I’m spitting | |
| Is my war correspondent ambitions | |
| Coming to light | |
| Semper Fi, | |
| E Pluribus | |
| Unim My arm’s extended; who am | |
| I fooling? | |
| And NOW you get wiped | |
| City Of Brotherly | |
| Love |
| So you fell out of the nest | |
| Pigeon feathers in your mouth | |
| This considered | |
| Son Of Letters | |
| Is taking you out | |
| Our father who art in heaven | |
| Made a circle around my brethren | |
| A circle you did cross | |
| Let me be more specific | |
| I' m the model, you' re the mythic | |
| And NOW you get tossed | |
| Welly, welly, well | |
| Who doesn' t owe to you? | |
| No guardian nor craft | |
| Yes, I' ve read my | |
| Plato, too | |
| This battletalk that | |
| I' m spitting | |
| Is my war correspondent ambitions | |
| Coming to light | |
| Semper Fi, | |
| E Pluribus | |
| Unim My arm' s extended who am | |
| I fooling? | |
| And NOW you get wiped | |
| City Of Brotherly | |
| Love |
| So you fell out of the nest | |
| Pigeon feathers in your mouth | |
| This considered | |
| Son Of Letters | |
| Is taking you out | |
| Our father who art in heaven | |
| Made a circle around my brethren | |
| A circle you did cross | |
| Let me be more specific | |
| I' m the model, you' re the mythic | |
| And NOW you get tossed | |
| Welly, welly, well | |
| Who doesn' t owe to you? | |
| No guardian nor craft | |
| Yes, I' ve read my | |
| Plato, too | |
| This battletalk that | |
| I' m spitting | |
| Is my war correspondent ambitions | |
| Coming to light | |
| Semper Fi, | |
| E Pluribus | |
| Unim My arm' s extended who am | |
| I fooling? | |
| And NOW you get wiped | |
| City Of Brotherly | |
| Love |