You were a shepherd
I was a plasma queen
We watched the mountains cut the skies down
There's no money
Was there ever?
Even the mosquitoes kiss has a point
What's the color of infection
When you're sick in paradise with no choice?
Mock the hours
Til the sun starts to break
Give em flowers
When they're in an early grave
Til there's nothing left but heartache
Mock the hours
Til it's too late
Toss out the vultures
Usher in the crows
They're feeding scraps to the winners
The crowds on fire
And they're screaming for water
And they're looking for treasure in the night
You can rake the shore for hours
But only find salt upon your tongue
Mock the hours
Til the sun starts to break
Give em flowers
When they're in an early grave
Til there's nothing left but heartache
Mock the hours
Til it's too late
Kick up your feet
You look long in the teeth
All those venerated people
Looks like they got you beat
I didn't know
I was in such bad shape
But I could by that horrible look
Smeared across your face (smeared across the face)
Mock the hours
Til the sun starts to break
Give em flowers
When they're in an early grave
Til there's nothing left but heartache
Mock the hours
Til it's too late
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