The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem - Smart Flesh songtekst
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See the high wire man, there before the sun He goes home at night, where he beats on his son The play right in the attic, in his skylight of sun As the cigarette on his lips And his son beats down, on the smart smart flesh It comes down from high, in its heavenly stand Suggesting redemption, will be easily possessed For less than any pound of Flesh It's terribly important, to every man of his state To settle the score, write the record straight So he may free his slaves, where on the death bed he lays Such sweet and knowing flesh Knowing in the end, you'll be alone For lonely death does creep So hire yourself, a chimney maid And smoke yourself to sleep Among the manikin men, all dressed up and in dart My manic depressive true love, she leaves me for lone The rooster crawls, and daybreak is upon As the cigarette on his lips Saying pretty girls, go and take your time For god only knows how you have taken mine And seize them clear, to the ends of time To hold the smart smart flesh Knowing in the end, you'll be alone For lonely death does creep So hire yourself, a chimney maid And smoke yourself to sleep Now the hateful play right, it's time that he dies Must visit the judge in a new disguise Saying judge in your robes, oh judge so wise There's something on your lip In a man of his state, right before he dies Must clear the black pages to tarnish the mind In a bible in a bath, for mind to hide He soak the smart smart flesh Saying in the end, you'll be alone For lonely death does creep So hire yourself, a chimney maid And smoke yourself to sleep The unknowing tumor, is fixing his home In a damp bed of the catacomb As a raging war, on the high wire unfolds She buries her teeth in the flesh Now the world's a machine, do you know that it's true? For the sole lover's eye laid just outside the room He loves itself widely but what can it do The cigarette on his lipOfficial lyrics powered by