Pockets

Lyrics

Pockets to hold them down Pockets to keep them around Pockets to shoot them in Pockets to fill when you win Pockets to cram a jammed fingered glove Pockets to fill the plate of love And to hide the weepers lost and found To pull them high I ain't going down Pockets if turbulent crowd Pockets of keen accusation Pockets of strong resistance Pockets of weak information Pockets to cram a jammed fingered glove Pockets to fill the plate of love And to hide the weepers lost and found To pull them high I ain't going down Brеaking the seal On the lawn of display With hands in my pockеts And my back turned away