Lyrics

I wouldn't call it church The way these spirits work They draw the sharpest blade Like an Egyptian stone They kiss a pharaohs tomb And leave the rest unscathed Full back flight dependency Snapping off the branches of the family tree But it costs to talk and I can barely make the rent Excuse me while I drink myself to death Another piece of mind I was wanted for time Lately I don't care Just make a sour face And pound for pound erase The eyes of the world stare Pointed jokes are wearing thin Portrait of the artist with his face punched in A lonely hearts are heavy in this hairless chest Excuse me while I drink myself to death Damn the weather Deep sea dive Broadway smile, millonaire Moonlight nightcap, Jackson 5 Corpse Revival, the Worlds Fair Mornings after never end Portrait of the artist with a pounding head I have to slum out while violent bouts collect their debts