Frank Turner - Scavenger Type lyrics
[Frank Turner - Scavenger Type lyrics]
Sitting alone at the bottom of the hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint
All he needs is thirteen quarters
Congregated in his hat
A crow, a scavenger type
California redemption provides him
With his rent
Room and board inside of a fifth of comfort
The coins don't drop consistent
As does the mercury
His meter slows, realizing a zenith
He's reached perfection
No one did see him die
No one did see him die
No one did see him die
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint
All he needs is thirteen quarters
Congregated in his hat
A crow, a scavenger type
California redemption provides him
With his rent
Room and board inside of a fifth of comfort
The coins don't drop consistent
As does the mercury
His meter slows, realizing a zenith
He's reached perfection
No one did see him die
No one did see him die
No one did see him die