Jets To Brazil - Psalm Lyrics

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Oh hair of dread the time is here.

Thirty-three the sheep draw near with eyes so keen

They cannot hear all the lies that buy their ears.

Oh horsepants tobacco chest.

Oh sex ghost. oh nape of neck.

The tears are crashing on her breasts.

The burning bed is out again.

If it's sad you know it' true.

God is glad on bluer moons.

When your room is all you do it comes to you.

Oh my rank ink instrument

Row my boat towards abstinence with thoughts as long as cigarettes.

Snowed in lips and cross protect.

Oh that birdlike appetite.

Lo passive fasts make us contrite?

On silken highways of the night

The spiders crawl my candlelight

Where the sun shines in space.

God is dumb god is great.

But does he love us all the same?

Are we ok?

And i cried out your name because i loved the sound it made

And because i couldn't wait to see your face.

And nothing ever was the same.

And the stars say "look into my eyes."

But i can't change if it's only in my mind.

And i love you but i don't have the right.

And i wanted you so bad tonight.

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