Balm Of Gilead – Iceage

Finish up mama, you vicious carnivore
It’s all been taken care of, the settlement, the score
They’ve had it up to here with us, we’re out of this canteen
I always beg to differ when I don’t know what they mean

Lord, I’m, I stir and can’t believe
Been here for a quarter a century
Soft becomes hot money
Sent out for a colored stoney and I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead

The house, wings
In madness and in lost decree
Oh I, I got even
Grasping for the balm of

Growin’ out of my head are pulsating cuts, combs
The fluid makes the background pale, it’s too across the home
Quiver in the cradle, borrow if it’s too less
Keep it goin’ to a cardiac arrest

Lord, I’m, I stir and can’t believe
Been here for a quarter a century
Soft becomes hot money
Sent out for a colored stoney and I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead

The house, wings
In madness and in lost decree
Oh I, I got even
Grasping for the balm of Gilead