It lost it's eyesight,
It seems the right size,
To skin him dead and His flesh would keep us warm.

Why is the door shut?
Why is there no light?
Just give us something so we won't long for home.

Let's grab that long pole
And ram a big hole
Into that brick wall, and the flies be buzzing out.

Look at the sunrise,
It's burning my eyes,
We better stay in so we won't end up alone.

It gotten so late,
It must be our fate,
We are nothing but lies like the waves upon the shore.


from Never Trust the Holy Gracious Medley Band, released February 13, 2009


tags: folk Israel


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