Hippo Campus - Close to Gold lyrics
[Hippo Campus - Close to Gold lyrics]
The prophet spit fire all through your blood
If Jesus had brothers like I do here
Then walking on water is a blissful fear
The demons and lions bow their heads in shame
The devil appeared and the Bible came
You baptize my grief with a kiss of grace
Then cut off my ears and I feel no pain
The pictures are plagued with amazing grace
And Mary held liquor, so passionate
I kill a man, with fists, so he knew me well
It's like home, it's like
Home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like
Home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like
Home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, hey it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like
Home, it's like home, hey
I've seen it all
It's poetry, it's poetry
It's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry
It's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold
I've seen it all
It's poetry, it's poetry
It's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry
It's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold
I've seen it all
It's poetry, it's poetry
It's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry
It's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold
And I could not tell by the power of
The prophets spit fire all through your blood
If Jesus had brothers like I do here
Then walking on water is a blissful fear
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