Текст песни Father John Misty — Hangout at the Gallows

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Sun is rising,
Black is turning blue.
Look out, buddy, Noah's coming!
Jesus, man, what did you do?

Psychic terrorists
In the upper room.
Left foot, right foot, that's the ticket,
You'll be back on top real soon!

Whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives
Just twenty minutes 'fore the boat capsize?
If you want an answer, it's anybody's guess,
I'm treading water as I bleed to death.
Oh, oh, oh!

What's your politics?
What's your religion?
What's your intake?
Your reason for living?

Your compositions,
A start of every song,
Find you waking in the morning
Always there to greet the dawn.

Trouble sleeping,
My alarm goes off,
So you wanna hang out at the gallows?
Those guys get an early start.

Whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives
Just twenty minutes 'fore the boat capsize?
If you want an answer, it's anybody's guess,
I'm treading water as I bleed to death.
Oh, oh, oh!

What's your politics?
What's your religion?
What's your intake?
Your reason for living?
Oh, oh what's your politics?
What's your religion?
What's your intake?
Your reason for living?

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