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The night left you dirty
a grudge your hangover
First day back in the light
use the crowd as your cover
Don't know why you would come
don't see how you're undone
don't see rust, any dust,
what you need never us
what's the loss that you brought
what's the need you need healed
if not family why pray, if not money why kneel
must have got lonesome at home on your porcelain shrine
now you're out and about, test if you're still alive
widow, drop those bones
I know you were never alone
so you come take your seat
in the pew by the door
soprano, and you pray
break your bread
then you leave
didn't think that you made it when you opened your eyes
thought you died while on top of the funeral pyre
now the teeth and the fleas buried under your skin
and handshakes are falling like blades at your chin
widow, drop those bones
I know you were never alone
willow, brittle from snow
drops slow to the mud below and the dew
from the grass
on the grave
you wake up on
dries up
as you start the mourning
and the ash
petrified
on the tips
of your lashes
wiped away
by an unseen hand
turn you around
lay down your crown
knock down the tables
and follow the singing out
singing out
the night left you dirty
a grudge, your hangover
first day back in the light
use the crowd as your cover
The night left you dirty   a grudge your hangover   First day back in the light   use the crowd as your cover   Don't know why you would come   don't see how you're undone   don't see rust, any dust,   what you need never us   what's the loss that you brought   what's the need you need healed   if not family why pray, if not money why kneel   must have got lonesome at home on your porcelain shrine   now you're out and about, test if you're still alive   widow, drop those bones   I know you were never alone   so you come take your seat   in the pew by the door   soprano, and you pray   break your bread   then you leave   didn't think that you made it when you opened your eyes   thought you died while on top of the funeral pyre   now the teeth and the fleas buried under your skin   and handshakes are falling like blades at your chin   widow, drop those bones   I know you were never alone   willow, brittle from snow   drops slow to the mud below and the dew   from the grass   on the grave   you wake up on   dries up   as you start the mourning   and the ash   petrified   on the tips   of your lashes   wiped away   by an unseen hand   turn you around   lay down your crown   knock down the tables   and follow the singing out   singing out   the night left you dirty   a grudge, your hangover   first day back in the light   use the crowd as your cover