I rest My peace My hands Have gotten muddy Slimy, bloody
In my only vice in this calls question to what’s cruel My only hopes in this call question to what’s cool My lonely heart’s been busy aching for a drooler No foolers for me
Stand near And vandalise my body if it helps you sleep soundly
Keeling over, peeling all the bark off of a tree Skinless sizer, won’t you find a little place for me ‘Cause my lonely heart’s been busy aching for some shelter No pelters for me
Stand near And vandalise my body if it helps you sleep soundly