Well you feed me, bathe me, and I pay to work your fields.
A knee for an eye resting on a spoiled window seal.
Oh, the sweet marching smell of mustard gas and roses.
We cover our wounds with placebo ambrosia.
CHORUS
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My son is Jesus Christ.
I have high hopes, well this time.
My son’s gonna pay the price.
I wish he wouldn’t turn out so nice.
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You claim your daughter a savior.
But it’s only after her Samaritan saves her.
Well you know, I’ll get the dough and I will pay her.
To bring me to god, to sleep beside me one night- that seems fair.
(CHORUS)
I’ll find her divine to equal the sum of love.
I’ll water her vine and wear her glove.
And kill the clone that claims her sky above.
“This isn’t pretty, then is it still love?”
Better now that you know how it feels.
Sweat the heartache and the eight flights of stairs.
Yeah we suck, you know just about as much
As you.
credits
from The Derelict,
track released August 25, 2010
Guitar, vocals, drums - Zach Evington
Bass, backing vocals - Jason Eckard
Piano - Austin Glover
Additional background vocals - Kim Amos, Hillary Helton, Joe Hortie, Jake Moody
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