And the days aren’t long enough
And the nights aren’t what they once were
And your life slips by like a little church mouse
Not shaking the earth
Not shaking the earth
If the temple is holy and it’s not for sale
Then stop selling it short
Stop selling it short
A take without wanting
Something for nothing
Surely this rhythm must have a meaning
Now the dead they are walking
And your ways should be buried
So toss ‘em a shovel, let’s party
A take without wanting is something for nothing
Surely this beating must have a meaning
Now the dead they are walking
My ways should be buried
So toss ‘em a shovel and let’s fucking party
Poetry at night, swoons way too low
And the lies you throw, they bite
So away you go
The way you’ve been done up is kitsch
You borrowed from a book
And I suppose under this light, pure shit can look like gold
Talking, dreaming, fading, gone
And your sense seems like it can’t run fast enough
Poetry at night, swoons way too low
And the lies I throw, they bite
So away I go
The way I’ve been done up is kitsch
I got it from a book
And I suppose under this light, pure shit can look just like gold
Talking, sliding, fading, gone
And your sense seems like it just can’t keep up
A few bad apples have gone and fucked up the tree
And what thou lovest well remains
And the rest will always leave
Resolve that floats up in your mind
Now drop on down to the bottom
Resolve that floats up in your mind
Now drop on down to the bottom rung
Aw shit, expect us to sit back?
Off easy, bet you would like that
You’re the bastard, you’re the prick
You’re the dog in the street that deserves to get hit
Resolve that floats up in your mind
Now drop on down to the bottom rung
I’m the bastard? I’m the prick?
I’m the dog in the street that deserves to get hit
Resolve that floats up in your mind
Keep dropping down to the bottom
Resolve that floats up in your mind
A drop to the bottom
And, bitch, you can do the climb
I can take it
I can take it
I can take it
I can’t take it
Can’t, can’t, can’t afford this decline
Pay me no mind
Can’t, can’t, can’t afford this decline
Pay me no mind
Knock, knock, knock, knock in my head
Pay me no mind
Fear crawls up and bangs in my head like…
credits
from Ezra Pounded,
released October 31, 2022
David Centeno - Vocals/Lyrics
Eric Centeno - Guitar/Bass
Marco Obaya - Guitar
Shane Gann - Guest Vocals
Thomas Jordan - Recording/Editing
Joe Cochiaro - Mixing/Mastering
Billy Arnett - Cover Design
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