There Is a Drought
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There is
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
I go where they don't know me
Smile wide, straight spine, white lies
They'll never know what they can't touch, can't see
I go slow like oil on a hot road
I'll blister on the pavement
Before I ever say yes sir, yes sir again
I've gnawed the root of the yew tree
I've swallowed down the river Yuba
But nothing can turn the dust that runs
In my guts back into mud cause
There is a drought
in the middle of the vessel
that I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
I have mangled and molded my body to fit
What would make them strains their necks
Praying each time that they would break
I drink their swill and I sing their songs
But by the time we reach the dawn
My jaw hangs low and long
On the bank of the nearest lake
I suckled on the teat of a creek
I nursed myself on the morning dew
But no tributary does the trick
And this I knew, I knew, I knew for
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
On the tongue attached to this body
There's one plain need
To swallow everything that broke me
'Till I'm all shrapnel, pain and greed
'Till then I'll smile like them and sip their wine
With a parched throat and a bit tongue
I'll ask them about their jobs, about their wives
And I'll guzzle down their tedium cause
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
I go where they don't know me
Smile wide, straight spine, white lies
They'll never know what they can't touch, can't see
I go slow like oil on a hot road
I'll blister on the pavement
Before I ever say yes sir, yes sir again
I've gnawed the root of the yew tree
I've swallowed down the river Yuba
But nothing can turn the dust that runs
In my guts back into mud cause
There is a drought
in the middle of the vessel
that I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
I have mangled and molded my body to fit
What would make them strains their necks
Praying each time that they would break
I drink their swill and I sing their songs
But by the time we reach the dawn
My jaw hangs low and long
On the bank of the nearest lake
I suckled on the teat of a creek
I nursed myself on the morning dew
But no tributary does the trick
And this I knew, I knew, I knew for
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
On the tongue attached to this body
There's one plain need
To swallow everything that broke me
'Till I'm all shrapnel, pain and greed
'Till then I'll smile like them and sip their wine
With a parched throat and a bit tongue
I'll ask them about their jobs, about their wives
And I'll guzzle down their tedium cause
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.28] There is
[00:24.19] There is a drought
[00:25.15] In the middle of the vessel
[00:26.84] That I have learned to call my own
[00:29.24] Three crows sit on my skull
[00:31.54] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[00:33.34] There is a drought
[00:34.29] In the middle of the vessel
[00:35.84] That I have learned to call my own
[00:38.31] Three crows sit on my skull
[00:40.57] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[00:42.42] There is a drought
[00:43.42] In the middle of the vessel
[00:44.94] That I have learned to call my own
[00:47.16] Three crows sit on my skull
[00:49.57] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[00:51.59] I go where they don't know me
[00:56.28] Smile wide, straight spine, white lies
[00:58.52] They'll never know what they can't touch, can't see
[01:00.72] I go slow like oil on a hot road
[01:05.38] I'll blister on the pavement
[01:07.58] Before I ever say yes sir, yes sir again
[01:09.81] I've gnawed the root of the yew tree
[01:12.10] I've swallowed down the river Yuba
[01:14.36] But nothing can turn the dust that runs
[01:16.83] In my guts back into mud cause
[01:18.26] There is a drought
[01:19.42] in the middle of the vessel
[01:21.15] that I have learned to call my own
[01:23.45] Three crows sit on my skull
[01:25.68] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[01:27.97] I have mangled and molded my body to fit
[01:32.46] What would make them strains their necks
[01:34.77] Praying each time that they would break
[01:36.96] I drink their swill and I sing their songs
[01:41.22] But by the time we reach the dawn
[01:43.11] My jaw hangs low and long
[01:44.25] On the bank of the nearest lake
[01:46.04] I suckled on the teat of a creek
[01:48.38] I nursed myself on the morning dew
[01:50.65] But no tributary does the trick
[01:52.89] And this I knew, I knew, I knew for
[01:54.82] There is a drought
[01:55.98] In the middle of the vessel
[01:57.43] That I have learned to call my own
[01:59.68] Three crows sit on my skull
[02:01.85] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[02:10.93] On the tongue attached to this body
[02:15.47] There's one plain need
[02:19.77] To swallow everything that broke me
[02:23.95] 'Till I'm all shrapnel, pain and greed
[02:28.26] 'Till then I'll smile like them and sip their wine
[02:33.56] With a parched throat and a bit tongue
[02:37.85] I'll ask them about their jobs, about their wives
[02:42.16] And I'll guzzle down their tedium cause
[02:44.82] There is a drought
[02:45.79] In the middle of the vessel
[02:47.23] That I have learned to call my own
[02:49.55] Three crows sit on my skull
[02:51.84] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[02:53.98] There is a drought
[02:54.83] In the middle of the vessel
[02:56.52] That I have learned to call my own
[02:58.54] Three crows sit on my skull
[03:01.00] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[03:03.48]
[00:24.19] There is a drought
[00:25.15] In the middle of the vessel
[00:26.84] That I have learned to call my own
[00:29.24] Three crows sit on my skull
[00:31.54] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[00:33.34] There is a drought
[00:34.29] In the middle of the vessel
[00:35.84] That I have learned to call my own
[00:38.31] Three crows sit on my skull
[00:40.57] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[00:42.42] There is a drought
[00:43.42] In the middle of the vessel
[00:44.94] That I have learned to call my own
[00:47.16] Three crows sit on my skull
[00:49.57] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[00:51.59] I go where they don't know me
[00:56.28] Smile wide, straight spine, white lies
[00:58.52] They'll never know what they can't touch, can't see
[01:00.72] I go slow like oil on a hot road
[01:05.38] I'll blister on the pavement
[01:07.58] Before I ever say yes sir, yes sir again
[01:09.81] I've gnawed the root of the yew tree
[01:12.10] I've swallowed down the river Yuba
[01:14.36] But nothing can turn the dust that runs
[01:16.83] In my guts back into mud cause
[01:18.26] There is a drought
[01:19.42] in the middle of the vessel
[01:21.15] that I have learned to call my own
[01:23.45] Three crows sit on my skull
[01:25.68] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[01:27.97] I have mangled and molded my body to fit
[01:32.46] What would make them strains their necks
[01:34.77] Praying each time that they would break
[01:36.96] I drink their swill and I sing their songs
[01:41.22] But by the time we reach the dawn
[01:43.11] My jaw hangs low and long
[01:44.25] On the bank of the nearest lake
[01:46.04] I suckled on the teat of a creek
[01:48.38] I nursed myself on the morning dew
[01:50.65] But no tributary does the trick
[01:52.89] And this I knew, I knew, I knew for
[01:54.82] There is a drought
[01:55.98] In the middle of the vessel
[01:57.43] That I have learned to call my own
[01:59.68] Three crows sit on my skull
[02:01.85] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[02:10.93] On the tongue attached to this body
[02:15.47] There's one plain need
[02:19.77] To swallow everything that broke me
[02:23.95] 'Till I'm all shrapnel, pain and greed
[02:28.26] 'Till then I'll smile like them and sip their wine
[02:33.56] With a parched throat and a bit tongue
[02:37.85] I'll ask them about their jobs, about their wives
[02:42.16] And I'll guzzle down their tedium cause
[02:44.82] There is a drought
[02:45.79] In the middle of the vessel
[02:47.23] That I have learned to call my own
[02:49.55] Three crows sit on my skull
[02:51.84] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[02:53.98] There is a drought
[02:54.83] In the middle of the vessel
[02:56.52] That I have learned to call my own
[02:58.54] Three crows sit on my skull
[03:01.00] They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
[03:03.48]