Pickpocket

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cedric Bixler-Zavala] In the humble stench of nativity Hummed the smell of television snow A faint S.O.S. flickering Riding on the coattails of your ground zero [Chorus 1: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, with Jim Ward] Neighborhood footprints ingrown The daylight savings time will never know Of this alabaster cold Of this alabaster [Verse 2: Cedric Bixler-Zavala] Your lovers quarrel ended up in a crawlspace Dental identities will tell us apart Teeth marked and bounded with sighs "Step into my parlor," said the spider to the fly [Chorus 2: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, with Jim Ward] Stable hoofed footprints ingrown Cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms Of this alabaster cold Of this alabaster cold Of this alabaster cold [Bridge] Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita More, more, more caliber per capita More, more caliber per capita More caliber per capita [Chorus 3: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, with Jim Ward] Neighborhood footprints ingrown The daylight savings time will never know Breakfast table search team implodes The milk cartons that pour will never know Of this alabaster cold Of this alabaster cold Of this alabaster cold Of this alabaster cold