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Carry his own water Is nary a known other Read a palm when I parry apparently no sucker Man slash island, casually hammers iron Falcons’ll come to daddy, fabulous cash and prizes I’m back of the theater feature feeding rapid eyes and crisis Out of sight is both his fancy and a random act of kindness for ya Ride the water roarer, future bright is fried Gomorrah Present tense an SOS and tidal water, final offer, sold I’ve been shaking off a death rattle As a window-bound bat from a collapsed red flannel at night Flight path managing a back and forth That drills a heart and dagger if you track it all with tack and yarn Six foot, a million, nothing off the rack fit him I dress like fingers of light through black nimbus Ruined last Christmas, probably ruin this Christmas You can follow it from wing to cataclysm, listen He carry his own water, is nary a known other Burn sage in the alley with various ghostbusters See a disembodied bones knocking on your rods and cones Some resort to swivel gears, some return to hobbit holes Me, I done a lot of both, riding out and running scared I’m everything from “He’s a pest” to “He’s been dead for 20 years” He’s been treading perfect curbs and golden light with total scum Pigeons bring him donuts, I’m the motherfucking chosen one And every time you liars talk, fish and bird start dying off SongtexteRoses turn to solid ice, quiet eyes to fireballs, um I started spilling all my problems to the final boss He shed a tear and let me buy him like what’s mine is yours Broke him off a little weed Bid him well, off to see a system into smithereens Sniffing out some livers he can lose in a broth It’s when he go and pull the hood from the hawk You look lost He carry his own water, is nary a known other Go halves on the carrion carry-on bolt cutters Not a towel boy or cow to the slaughter I leave an awkward conversation like a cow to the saucer Inspire a thousand Our Fathers, people start calling their priests We’ve never seen a man so vehemently drawn to the beast I heard he plays a pipe organ and changes form when he feeds I’ve never played a pipe organ, the rest my lawyer concedes, okay Pull up at the spirit world, zero man pit crew Itching for experience, clear of the jellyfish bloom Show him to the sick roam Sic him on the showroom Show us how you trick him into swimming through the au jus Devil’s trapped on the welcome mat The dinner jacket smell of hell and back I’m working on my hell and forth It’s bound to be a bumpy ride Deeper through the death and gore Coming out the other side Aus Songtexte Mania