Lyrics

It's easier than I can imagine Something this special in the workshop The screws, the nuts, the highway boys Thick easy feeling, rabid martyrs Your broken wings to fly It seems all-consuming And it's down your throat Don't apologize, it's knives feed you pie If you forgive me Your honest silver throat They'll all oblige And apologize It seems with every sense I know Go on home to Dayton, it's this place for me Hands down Take these faces and cut out From two stones and maces On the jealous mantels I can feel you now Take these faces and cut out From stones and maces Jealous mantels, I can feel you now I can feel you now