Skinny Fists Lyrics

Blue smoke and cider sounds
Curled above our heads like tongues of fire
Under wires in a big
City Hall stands tall and every pregnant pause
Is giving birth to answers
I can't understand.
"We're only starting a racket 'cause you've started a racket!"
I scream, "We only want to level this city because
Things are so uneven!" But I don't think they can hear me.
Like hot breaths between my praying hands

Could make my fingers glow,
Like the psalms between my palms are all
I'll ever need to know,
I count out hymns for hims and hims and hers and hers
And hims-for-hearses, turn to face the wind and silence
Flying sins in words-like-curses.
"Church and state had their day in the centuries before,"
I say, "The future is unwritten if we hold what can erase."
But I still get sad ripping up ads that the Marines
Send to friend every kid in my family.
('Cause I can afford to.)
I told her once, "There's a great line in this song I heard,
But I can't tell you unless something really big happens to us."