Holy Sons

Holy Sons - More Flophouse Blues lyrics

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It's late and light bulbs dim 

A million eyes await arise 

And I can't lift myself into that hole 

My presence hovers above 

The gutter waits below 

This ghost needs conduction and I feel you deep and low 

So I turn my eyes to you 

For the Service you provide 

You bring me into my body better than anyone alive 

I could be anything 

But I am enslaved 

I could go anywhere 

But see I like it this way 

Don't strangle the ones you love 

It may come back to haunt someday
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Language: English

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