Murphy's Song
(专辑: Brother's Blood - 2009)
I
cry at her bowl, dog's dying day A
bone in her bowl, a
watery grave See, I
am a
sailor, but I'm not so great I
keep fishing for roadkill, passing out on the
waves Shimmering sea, stretched end to end A
flickering bowl, A
Shivering friend See, that's Mr. Murphy, my leathery brave He's whimpering "Taps" now, for his plank-walk parade I've never been a
joiner, no, I've quit every team I've been on Now I'm crying in my coffee, that's not sea salt in my eyes Cause me and Murphy, we have been through it, and I
hate watching him die [*whistling*] So I
wait for my wisdom, like I
wait for my wife Like I
wait for a
story, helps me wait out the
night Like when I
was an archer, but I
couldn't shoot straight I
broke all of ma's windows, I
poked holes through her drapes And I
laugh to myself, but I
can't tell you why The
hung-over sun, sneaks back in the
sky But Murphy went peaceful, he went decent and right At least better than I
will, when it's my turn to die And I
wear his collar on my wrist And I
bury him down at the
beach No crying, no coffin, just a
body and a
hole No praying, no singing, no saving any souls The
only thing I'm saving, yeah Is a
bone inside a
bowl