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Tombs
Sad Brad Smith
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Down in the deep
Looking for quarters
Riding the bucket
Through the well and high waters
And the stars of green grass
Unwrap many a dark hole
Housing the houses
That house all our souls
Heaven is spinning
A brown ring in my cup
You have to look down
You can't see it looking up
And into my temple
Of bile and gas
We pray away pain
But keep firm in our grasp
And backed under fire
In the wind and the home
On the street, in the office
From the prisons you've flown
Down the marble halls and highways
Through your moustache comb
Tombs, all tombs
How the rose will ever bloom
Tombs, all tombs
How the rose will ever bloom
I put a curtain on my front door
And a flashlight through my heart
I bought a bunch of paperbacks
And I don't know which one to start
Its cold and snow is sweeping up
The servants off the street
Some wonder who the winner will be
But I wonder who he'll beat
I know its kind of sad
And lonely where you're at
And when you get it back
You'll probably be dead on your feet
Or maybe it will hit you
Like a bullet from the air
Your God has come to get you
Well, I wonder how I'll fair
Sometimes I think I know the answer
And other times I don't
Tombs, all tombs
How the rose will ever bloom
Tombs, all tombs
How the rose will ever bloom
I've often wondered 'bout you
And the ways in which you work
And if I decide to live without you
How much would that hurt?
And I know that if I blow it
And end up face down in the dirt
With the sun still shining on me
And you hiking up your skirt
I could blow a million bubbles
And the world would pop them all
Everybody's trying to find you
In fields and hallowed halls
My mind is daily blowing
My heart is on my wrist
My battery is going
I think you get the gist
All tombs
How the rose will ever bloom
Tombs, all tombs
How the rose will ever bloom
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