Church Mouth

Sell me, I'm a skeptical boy
and if you need help i'm not easily found
We met the man in the deep deep 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)
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
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
Stroll about through these 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 deep deep south
with the shit teeth smile that poured about the church's mouth
(march stayed with the dirty old church mouth)
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
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
Stroll about through these 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
Take me to the steeple let the preachers hands a bathe me
I'm goin down, down to the river
(fill me up with money gold)
ain't nobody needs me
(ain't nobody ever need me)
Out in the water
(take me to the steeple)
Let old man's hand a bathe me
(let the preacher's hands a bathe me)
Down down down down down
Fill me up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me
take me to the steeple let the preachers hands a bathe me
Met the man in the deep deep south
with a gritty smile and a dirty old church mouth
(march stayed with the dirty old church mouth)
I'll be better when the sleep comes and finds me