Hollow Hollered

歌詞

Your blood owns no bones, With mailmen in your home Holding a knife to your poems Po o o o o o o o o o o o o o ems To hollow all you're sown And holler Goner, you're owned! Your blood owns no bones, With mailmen in your home Holding a knife to your poems To hollow all you're sown And holler Goner, you're owned! And supposing you was meant to be bent born some sort of law man, With the poise of an intellectual and a hunch of a clerk, Because disposition of a saint they'd say, He's cancel eye and ever correct And knowing that, now are you less In the ever so complicated endeavor of a human death There are only two species set to death on Earth The creature of choice And the creature ; There are only two species set to death on earth (x2) Where in the human Are you? There are two sweet seeds on Earth There are two sweet seeds on There are two sweet seeds on There are two And supposing you was meant to be bent sole keeper Of the one kilometer-long list of things certain to be so The human plight right there in 1s and Os And he who knows all that's owed You'd think would be considerably more fearless, Unless, of course, he feels this Heat of something coming to adjust his Eminence accordingly To go on stealing poems, From the homed Armed with only a key comb Letter opener carved from bone wish, With which to pick The simple levers of locks To fly things well beyond the eye on high sky of your clock Your blood owns no bones, With mailmen in your home Holding a knife to your poems Po o o o o o o o o o o o o o ems To hollow all you're sown And holler Goner, you're owned! Your blood owns no bones, With mailmen in your home Holding a knife to your poems To hollow all you're sown And holler Goner, you're owned! Are. To the Po o o o o o o o ems (x3) A sunset interjects They'll walk to the (x2) I'm fine down here (x2) Cut the fabric of the black