Cobalt - Two-Thumbed Fist lyrics

[Cobalt - Two-Thumbed Fist lyrics]

So what in god’s name did it mean and why?
That bony old finger pointin’ down
From the sky at you all alone!

Dog made life for you
Praise this false sense of it all!

Peter thrice denied his life’s most prized
Tax collector
So breathe a breath worth living
Squeeze the juices

Of exhaustion

Fire our mouths at the big ass
Lies in the sky!

I don’t believe them!

Seven peyote buttons
Six drinks in on strong rum


Touch the eyes of the living
Hump the netherworld hallway

Tribes of men stared in to the sky
God’s revenge is one bad story

Close your watering eyes
And drive your car into a tree
Fall out of time with me

Buried in the hills by the
Lives we once wished for

No man!

Clench bad hands making holes in palms
Shaped like fingernails
Made by white knuckles

The way, the truth, and light is gone
And the dust you reflected recedes

Drop me dead and you’ll find me there
Without regret, nor tears, nor guts
Just nothing!

Don’t trust! Impulse! Fist fuck! And Win!

No man! No man!
No man! No man!
No man, save none, want none
Smear god on their faces

Save me! Damn me!
Drink me, in the ground
Nail my story on their tables!

No dog! No dog!
No Bog! No dog!
No dog! No dog!
No Bog! No dog!

No dog! No dog!
No Bog! No dog!
No bog! Bogdamn god!

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