Hail Mary Mallon - Table Talk lyrics

I work well when the air is heavy
Everyday before the roosters ready
Won't see a break till the day gets done
Till the stars cut cake and the moon get some
And when it does then I’ll do what I can
To offer it a place in the space at the end
Lead water war and a portion of bread
And a pocket full of stones it
Can toss at my head

Leap awake shake off the chill and
Won’t stop marching my arches are killing
Spill a little more when
The martyrs are trained
Willing ready able, cable armed ready aim
Stain glass pain killers copped
Rain coat game then complain when it stops
Vein dry IV drain tiny drop
I’m thinking I can save all
The saints who forgot
How to pick a weapon apart with your teeth
In a dark alley blind
When the targets retreat
Park, repeat, Parkinson tick
Made it to the movies with a marketing trick
Come home greasy buckets of fried
Fox in a box and a tux with a tie
None will be the wiser
Or struck with surprise
When we rock through the roof
When the trucks have arrived
"hold it down" alright fuck it
No one here is in ear shot of it
They’re all talking beer and
The tied up luggage
Did you hide the knives by
The dry rub bucket?
Lead 'em out single file
Tell them why the kids gone wild
And when they try to get
Up with a dressed smile
Get fed up and think of gitmo style

We can take this all to heart
Little by little we can fall apart
Or we can let 'em find our kind
In the back of the bus near the firing line
Or we can give 'em one last hope
Then push them off of the back of the boat
Or we can give them wings
And a couple of tries
To let 'em figure out how we got this fly

Pass the peas, mash and the beans
At a rally to gather his faculties
A little dog day tension elude detection
In the pews of the
Die-with your boots-on section
Who's on first what took 2 with a fusion of
Thirst and a punk jump view
3, Mallon with no regard
Beyond full house clubs over lonely hearts
I'm on cruise, the devious rhyme
And rooster sauce
And still never cut the boosters off
Until a room of consumers
And moody Veruca Salts
Can overlook a little whooping cough
We all cooped, up, loops, drugs
8 bit-crowbar loosen the drums
And become best friends like a
Noose and a lung
Or cooter removing a duke from a truck
Beep beep why y'all so slow
Ok here's how the blitz gon' go
The second the poisonous sun is gone
I want silverbacks on the Jumbotron
My bad if Columbo's on
We don't plan really these things very well
Arm in the sky, one to the side, why
That spells L, take one and resign

We can take this all to heart
Little by little we can fall apart
Or we can let 'em find our kind
In the back of the bus near the firing line
Or we can give 'em one last hope
Then push them off of the back of the boat
Or we can give them wings
And a couple of tries
To let 'em figure out how we got this fly