To Scatter One’s Own

Album cover art for "To Scatter One’s Own" by Billy Corgan

Billy Corgan - Rock, Bluegrass

To Scatter One’s Own

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Duration: 4:16

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Lyrics

Scatter me out on the prairie Western gales supine the gray Not that this matters It's not that it's worn Or threadbare and battered And the sun must rise And the sun must rise Custer sleeps with ball and scythe A feather on his right It's writ in James repent or die For Enoch chains his scribes Not that this matters It's not that it's worn Or threadbare and battered And the sun must rise on the valley And the foolish night will lead Morning comes with death approaching Echoes pierce to flit thine eye Sweet but placed, I'm gaunt with age Slayers mourn but God confides Not that this matters It's not that it's worn Or threadbare and tattered And the sun must rise Custer sleeps with bell and bride His brother by his side A pathway horse will fly and fly For a stage-lit night on fire Morning comes with death approaching Echoes pierce to flit thine eye Not that this matters Or not that it's worn

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Credits

Writers
  • Billy Corgan