LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeChurch Mouth
Sell me, I'm a skeptical boyAnd if you need help I'm not easily foundWe met the man in the deep deep southwith the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth"my breath was short better hit the ground runnin"papers, read and weigh down the standsIt's cold here and waiting weighs on this manstill not full, I need a pass and a pagemarch stepped some steps and it spoke somewar tongues flickered about that dirty old church mouthfill me up with money gold cause ain'tnobody ever need memy salt was skin of maps made whole gottaget out gotta sell this soulI'll be better when that sleep comes and finds mestroll about through these forks and roads findme in the pines in the sleet and coldShine on, in this brilliant paced pulseall I need in this life is this love"march stayed with the dirty old church mouth"fill me up with money gold cause ain'tno body ever need memy salt was skin of maps made whole gottaget out gotta sell this soulWe met the man in the deep deep south withthe shit teeth smile thatpoured about the church's mouthfill me up with money gold cause ain'tnobody ever need methen take me to the steeple let thepreachers hands a bathe me"march stayed with the dirty old church mouth"
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