Hum

The police are gonna' wound me
And the minister will heal me
But I think he'll do it equally, violently
Should I ask him to?
Should I ask him to?
Should I ask him to?
Should I ask him to?
Only one,
Only one will lay claim to me
Only one,
Only one will choicelessly be song
Police say no!
Police say no!
Police say no!
Police say no!
I cannot spare a thought
I cannot spare a thought
Spare thought, spare thought
Spare thought
Was I born a roach?
A belly-crawling grub?
Just as I suppose
I hear a holy hum of:
"Dust thy essence off!
You are gladly so!
You are biting none!
Softest teeth I know!
It's in the artist soul!
It fits there I should know!
In all my decent days!
It was in every one!"
A love that isn't waiting,
A love that isn't waiting on my shook soul
At the nave and at the navel him I know do you know
Been a little leaden lately he can't bite down on my soul
At least he eats the bread crumbs that I throw!
Lay loose - it's all I'd ever do!
Forever
Forever
(uhnleuleule)
God loves the aching ones
He loves the aching ones
Police said they'd cut things off
Am I an aching one?
It's a limb that I'd like to offer
It's a limb that I'd like to lose
I don't care about fools and father
It's a limb that I'd like to lose