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Your God Owes You Money
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INTRO
Show me an answer
Show me an answer
Show me an answer
Show me an answer
I’ll show you a dancer
Show me an answer
I’ll show you a dancer
V1
Show me an answer
Sent down from the heavens
I’ll show you a dancer
In sweat-drenched duck feathers
Show me an answer
In the earth’s crust, in dandruff
I’ll show you a dancer
A whisper, the winds touch
You’ll show me the worst thing,
The good thing, the bad thing
The real thing, the fat lady
Won’t sing, the fat lady
Can’t sing, so we’re stuck here with a skinny man
Another man, preaching atheism
The gospel of sexual gymnastics
Spoken word canaries self-asphyxiating
atop old mining town soundscapes imagining my every regret, seductive as a sunset, pink carbon monoxide, the brittle city skyline always makes me flaccid, i am horny, I am impotent, i have to be impotent, I am recalcitrant, I am hesitant
Show me an answer
I’ll show you a dancer
In the glow of wildfire burn
Like our charcoal mothers
She moves, oh how she moves
As frothing mouths flood invisaligns
We agree to disagree
New rich by the cash of facts
None worse than a little wisdom
You show me an answer
I’m not listening! I’m not listening!
Impoverished by the cash of facts
None worse than a little wisdom
You show me an answer
I’m not listening! I’m not listening!
Prechorus
My magic is illusions, repetitions of black time
I speak the tongue of horrors but I always make it rhyme
I wanna be your little doggy, I wanna sit beneath you lap
I wanna suck up divination from the aches that make you sap
We're now, we are forever, we're tomorrow, we're then
The lovers we will lust for
Chorus
Your god owes you money
He don't like it when you're down
Your god owes you money
He don't throw his weight around
Your god owes you money
He don't like it when you're down
Your god owes you money
He don't throw his weight around
V2
Stop believing
You could lose all of your faith
In the limits of the ceiling
In the charms of redeveloped worlds
Seize the evening
But I’m still living in it!
And show it what you’re feeling
I’m still breathing in it, grieving in it!
Bid adieu to all past lovers so we focus on a now
One that pours in feeding black into the whites beneath our brow
You're perfect in the mornings, like a newborn Easter sun
Their light was more like moonshine, but yours, for now, will do
Middle 8
He hasn’t left his room in two weeks
And yet, he is still out of breath
Have you got a lighter, mate?
The midnight air is full of petrol
And flames possess no shadows
Nor knowledge of their life expectancy
Bridge
My love is a great hall the hearth of my bones
It's the first place I go to when I feel alone
The place where I harvest the heat I have known
Was hoping that someone was worthy
My love is a great hall the hearth of my bones
It's the first place I go to when I feel alone
The place where I harvest the heat I have known
Was hoping that someone was worthy
Chorus
Your god owes you money
He don't like it when you're down
Your god owes you money
He don't throw his weight around
Your god owes you money
He don't like it when you're down
Your god owes you money
He don't throw his weight around
Outro
You could lose all of your faith
In the charms of redeveloped worlds
But I’m still living in it
I’m still breathing in it, grieving in it
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