Collapse

We are all soured milk When we look in the mirror, we collapse We are all soured milk When we look in the mirror, we collapse When our time has come When our finger's on the trigger, we collapse Arms are flailing Swirling like the poison in the sink Like the southern belle Playing songs of horror Like teeth amongst the grass Like the bullet shell Whistle and then I'll hum Watch the good folks run We are all rotten fruit When the pipeline starts to flow in, we collapse When our time has come When the city needs a lynching, we collapse Arms are flailing The devil's in the eye of every man Water and the well A Baptist and a baby We're rolling in the weeds Keep her spirit well The tar pit Dave's father Will lay her out to dry