We all woke up that morning Claw marks on our little faces The dull thud from the treetops The echo in the hollow places Rose up high and lonely Wringin' my hands, grinding my teeth All the triumph overhead All the disaster underneath
Spat out my morning prayers Desperate pleas and vicious lies Felt the sunlight through the grating Covered up my eyes Woke up feeling awful Shook my head to drive the ghosts way This is just a flesh wound And it will clear up any day But the present I got planned for you pricks Is gonna be a little harder to fix
Thank god For small favors In high doses
Heard the voices through the air vents Listen to them squeal The great big world is out there The hidden one beneath my heel Called up my sister in Reseda Left a message at the tone All the points where contact fails us All of the dead spots in the zone
And the acid in my throat Every time I try to talk The songs that keep me up at night Standing on that solid rock Rose up high and dry and lonely Stumbled coming out the gate This is just a paper cut And it will scab over, just you wait But the cuts that I'll shortly being dealing out Are gonna give you something to cry about
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