Arm Over Arm

Another hangs at high noon
A choir is gagged and stabbed with a spoon
I drop through the cracks, you know the feeling
Pieces of sewed to your hair
A constant watch and white-fist repair
You know me well, besides, I know you
Record of fools
Record of fools
Record
This battle is so easy to do
You heat it up for sale
I made my way across the room
And my time is over now
Setting sights on what you have done
Pouring bleach on to my lawn
I took the only
And my time is over now
My absence is all that you need
It’s so much easier to conceive
I’d rob us blind
Look from up in the trees
Here is cupid covered in fleas
I’d find way all the sound and wings I drew
Record of fools
Record of fools
Record