What a life, there's comfort in the middle
What price,
a ticket to the edge
You're so safe in here with us, little boy
You're so safe in here with us, little boy
See all these pockets, ladding pockets
Nearly get out of jail
This door's turned up like a broken nail
And this house, so crambly shrouded in fog
Money is a mother,
empathy the dog
Every day I pray for civil war
For that moment I can nail your * head
to the floor
And is it clear,
the air is thinning Is it clear that this is the beginning
Of all these pockets,
ladding pockets We didn't get out of jail
The God of leaders,
the virgin of hell And this house,
so crambly shrouded in fog
Money is a mother,
empathy the dog
Now blessings,
arriving high on deck I saw a well,
saw thunder throw
It's up, anyhow to be decided...
Until you're too deep, until you're too dead
Until you're too deep, until you're too deep
Grandly shrouded in fog,
the money is in the bag