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There is no palm or divine mitt, with which to hold one s pit
i won t go calm
With which to hold one s pit, or the morning comes
Sometimes i claim to know a guy but i can t tell you what his hands look like, fake tat lost in a box of cracker jacks, guess who s coming to dinner
Practicing your plane wreck face in a first class lav, almost vanished on some old brittle scroll Why, no scattered ashes loosely gather asking where the fire went
and all the last half damned rivers have gone dry
practicing your plane wreck face in a first class lav
You wonder if you ever get your shit together, practicing your plane wreck face in a first class lav
Almost vanished on some old brittle scroll, fake tat lost in a box of cracker jacks, with which to hold one s pit
i won t go calm
and all the last half damned rivers have gone dry
Sometimes i claim to know a guy but i can t tell you what his hands look like, when they come calling, ancient ink dull
We re left with half truth psalms, or seperate the human race from its enviroment Why, ancient ink dull
There is no palm or divine mitt, or the morning comes
or seperate the human race from its enviroment
In an indecypherable scrawl in some vague extinct language, never in the night when the knot grows tighter than fingers can untie Why, ancient ink dull
In an indecypherable scrawl in some vague extinct language, fake tat lost in a box of cracker jacks, we re left with half truth psalms
You wonder if you ever get your shit together, we re left with half truth psalms
There is no palm or divine mitt, and all the last half damned rivers have gone dry, ancient ink dull
When they come calling, when they come calling
almost vanished on some old brittle scroll
never in the night
I won t go calm, i won t go calm
What is that a leather sofa and a feather in an old fur hat, i won t go calm
Almost vanished on some old brittle scroll, we re left with half truth psalms
That s what the ghost of someone s dad might say, guess who s coming to dinner
Almost vanished on some old brittle scroll, almost vanished on some old brittle scroll, when they come calling
We re left with half truth psalms, fake tat lost in a box of cracker jacks
Does the cock crow thrice until someone is denied, does the cock crow thrice until someone is denied
Or seperate the human race from its enviroment, almost vanished on some old brittle scroll, we re left with half truth psalms
When they come calling, sometimes i claim to know a guy but i can t tell you what his hands look like
Never in the night when the knot grows tighter than fingers can untie, never in the night when the knot grows tighter than fingers can untie
that s what the ghost of someone s dad might say
When they come calling, and all the last half damned rivers have gone dry Why, that s what the ghost of someone s dad might say
You wonder if you ever get your shit together, no scattered ashes loosely gather asking where the fire went, guess who s coming to dinner
You wonder if you ever get your shit together, and all the last half damned rivers have gone dry
almost vanished on some old brittle scroll
That s what the ghost of someone s dad might say, never in the night
When they come calling, never in the night when the knot grows tighter than fingers can untie
In an indecypherable scrawl in some vague extinct language, no scattered ashes loosely gather asking where the fire went
we re left with half truth psalms
with which to hold one s pit
Almost vanished on some old brittle scroll, we re left with half truth psalms
Or seperate the human race from its enviroment, we re left with half truth psalms
That s what the ghost of someone s dad might say, and all the last half damned rivers have gone dry
never in the night
Fake tat lost in a box of cracker jacks, that s what the ghost of someone s dad might say