Church Mouth Songtext

von Portugal.The Man

Sell me, i'm a skeptical boy
And if you need help i'm not easily found
We met the man inthe deepdeep south with the gritty smile and the
Dirty old church mouth
Papers read and weigh down the stands
It's cold out here and waiting weighs on this man
Still not full, I need a pass and a page
March stepped some steps and it spoke some war tongues flickered about
That dirty old church mouth
My breath was short better hit the ground runnin
Fill me up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
My salt was skin of maps made whole gotta get out gotta sell this soul
Stroll about through thiese forks and roads
Find me in the pines in the sleet and cold
Shine on, in this brilliant paced pulse
All I need in this life is this love
We met the man in the ddep deep south with the shit teeth smile that
Purde abeout the church's motuh
March stayed with the dirty old church mouth
Fill me up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
My salt was skin of maps made whole gotta get out gotta sell this soul
Stroll about through thiese forks and roads
Find me in the pines in the sleet and cold
Fill me up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me
Then take me to the steeple let the preachers hands a abthe me
March stayed with the dirty old chuch mouth
I'll bne better when the sleep comes and finds me