Drawbridge

This is not your ordinary ballad

With a perfect little bow around the middle

And a black man on a white horse

Or a white man on a black horse

It's got all these tired parts where

We don't even sing at random

Princess raise the drawbridge

We don't serve your kind

It ends where it begins

And the beginning isn't pretty

Can't forget that not so perfect

Bow around the middle

Around the middle around the middle

And it goes a little something like this

New walk in a broken sole pedigree incessant

Got gut the cruddy frame

The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame

Cut throats the result of pope

Jokes soaked in poacher constants

And now the jewel emits cold

Wander prominenthonour honour

I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kits

So you first bought a stitch

Joined damaged mammoth brigading caper

Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser

I keep the spare wings strapped to my fuses

In case the hackers snatch the plumage

So you mean these things are worth money

Now drifting off

This is the who you calling homeless

Mock me fearful

Twisted and I got front row seats

At the dead concert

And you're in it

I chabod

Running out of most from the alamo we're moseying

My kind of people moseying

With my eyes patched universe

So I back it and gave my verdict

Oh it'll be soon real soon immune to doom blends

I eat ditch in the kitchen till every spoon bends

A glance along tomorrow sorry

Looking not at hopefuls where's the raindance

My little flint never dreamed would flood unpotable

See I sanitize nothing

For the sake of contemporary taste

Contemporary taste made my lip drop in

The first place incoming

Hmm yo why not be a czar analyze fallen heroics

Recognize root of the worship search and hold it

Who put the fun in dysfunctional I

Chronicle sun combustible donkey punching pinholes

In uncomfortables and conjunctionals for good good

Drink up slop a goblet of dirt wine

I nurse a single application of introvert serpentine

Now a sunset without a scrape of red and plastic bag

Now sunk around his head sick sick sick sick

The sickness likeness

In the roofer's eyes and his alone

And nothing terrible happened to the bag

And brought on out

And clouds

The hiss cuts out

Suppose it's noise

And the piano

And the window frrraame

Sky and dirt that's fresh kept

From where I'm going holy other

Holy other holy other holy other

But

I've got charcoals in my heart

I've got charcoals in my heart

I've got charcoals by the armfuls

That burn my armor apart

I've got charcoals in my heart

But I've got charcoals in my heart

I've got charcoals by the armfuls

That burn my armor apart

And before when I said 'shut the f**k up

It's none of your business'

That was to be in vain

You shoulda locked that up when you're all finished

Finished yet

Now uhm

I usually finish this number with uh my skull up

Everybody rally around the novel burners

Spit murder the matches

Where the junkies trade diseases

And the gullible trade passions

Then the masses wanna lean on me like o captain

My captain

Not considering maybe

Tis oarman hosts orbit attachments

Button button who's got the button

Take my name please

Button button who's got the button

Leaks the little checker men

Made out of lightning in my

Oh you like to help with goats see what

I got in this here locket

This is not your ordinary ballad

With a perfect little bow around the middle

And a black man on a white horse

Or a white man on a black horse

And I can't forget the not so perfect bow

Around the middle

Har bour