Killed some time with a cure sticky sweet
Like a cat sleeping in the street
Without a care to compete
Just a new friend for death to greet
And if he gives me his hand
I'll say "Carry me like a man"
So I'll show
My stained, crooked teeth
While I've still got
Feeling in my cheeks
And some words to hum
Hold or to speak
Turned it up, got turned down
So I fuck, fuck, fucked around
Until I blindly fumbled and I found
A far more heroic way to drown
Into Atlantis where a king wipes his chin
He smiles at me and says "You've got nothing to defend"
So I'll show
My stained, crooked teeth
While I've still got
Feeling in my cheeks
And some strings to strum
Thumb or become.
credits
from LIGHT,
released December 3, 2013
Joseph Crabtree - Words, guitars, organ, bass, drums
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