Lyrics:
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
I hauled myself up out of a ditch
I built me an ark out of gopher wood and pitch
Sat down by the roadside and waited on the rain
Honey, I'm
this mass of flesh and skin anymore
You've built your kingdom upon my bleached bones
A cathedral for sorrows and torments
You've set your kingdom among
Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand
I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me
Mm-mm (I
it? Won't He, Won't He
Ay, ay
I just want to wake up
On Sunday morning
(Sunday, Sunday, Sunday)
I been on my way up (way up, way up)
Now blessings be
On stormy Saturdays, the colours all run dry
I just hope you'll be coming home today
They've said you're skin and bone best pick up that telephone
I was not woken by the rooster
Nor by the crow's tough song
But the midnight cry of a blood red bird
Brought this sleeplessness on
Threw open
Some people say a man is made outta mud.
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, skin and bones;
A mind that's weak and a back
Take my eyes, the things I've seen
In this world coming to an end
My reflection fades, I'm weary
Of these earthly bones and skin
You may pass
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak
charred bodies all around
Piles of burning flesh everywhere
Hair and eyeballs melted in the flames
Skin and flesh fell from their bones
Twisted tortured
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Devoured by vermin
Resistance now gives way,
the rodents freely feed
Tearing at my skin
Muscles are exposed, shining red with blood
Meat that they
have lived
And the dust, it settles on these things
Displays my age again
Like a new skin made from old skin
That had barely been lifted
I
Blue morning, blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, kitten
Doesn't have to mean you're on your own
You can look outside
i cannot mend
the rules ive bent
the bones ive broken
are piercing through skin
im lost again
lost in my head
stuck bewhind fence
my heart
The sun comes up alone
Like a funeral for my home
Like a mirror for my soul
But I should've known better
I was feeling like skin and bones
I
trying to skin a bone
All by myself
Nobody here but me and my fishy elf
No one wants to hang with me
Can't stand the fucking sight of me
So I'm lying
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I
by vermin
Resistance now gives way,
the rodents freely feed
Tearing at my skin
Muscles are exposed, shining red with blood
Meat that they seek
If I let my guard down
Bones will rise from the ground
Swallow the dirt
Dust the skin
Shall we begin
Don't want to show
Parts I do not know
Bury
by vermin
Resistance now gives way,
the rodents freely feed
Tearing at my skin
Muscles are exposed, shining red with blood
Meat that they seek
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
Let me rest my bones.
(Ziggedy zig zag
by side
An inch away
But left that way
And we are skin and bone
And we are left alone
Even as a nervous contention fills the air
We ask ourselves
If
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