Church Mouth
(专辑: Church Mouth - 2007)
Sell me, I'm a
skeptical boy And if you need help I'm not easily found. We met the
man in the
deep, deep south, With the
gritty smile and the
dirty old church mouth. Papers, read and weigh down the
stands, It's cold out here and waiting weighs on this man. Still not full, I
need a
pass and a
page. March stepped some steps and it spoke, some War tongues flickered about that dirty old church mouth. My breath was short, better hit the
ground running. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me. My salt was skin of maps made whole, gotta get out, gotta sell this soul. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me. Stroll about through these forks and roads, Find me in the
pines, in the
sleet and cold. Shine on, in this brilliant paced pulse, All I
need in this life is this love. We met the
man in the
deep, deep south with with the
shit teeth smile That poured about the
church's mouth. March stayed with the
dirty old church mouth. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me. My salt was skin of maps made whole, gotta get out, gotta sell this soul. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me. Stroll about through these forks and roads, Find me in the
pines, in the
sleet and cold. Fill me up with money gold 'cause ain't nobody ever need me, Then take me to the
steeple, let the
preachers' hands a-bathe me. I'm going down, down to the
river, Ain't nobody needs me out in the
water. Little man's hands bathe me down, Down, down, down, down. Fill me up with money gold 'cause ain't nobody ever need me, Then take me to the
steeple, let the
preachers' hands a-bathe me. We met the
man in the
deep, deep south, With the
gritty smile and the
dirty old church mouth. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me.