South Songtext
von Karate

How many times have I heard
In the south they just don′t work
Lazy angels spill time
And use lives as I would mine
Pouring out of windows
Like strange flags come clean clothes
Spit free sediment sweep dives
From broom kept porches in no time, no time


The sun strips that same sidewalk
With a day dried test of small talk
She walks quick, fresh, with a clean black crease
And navigates this mess with protected ease

Now does she leave?
Does she leave?
Or does she come home?
Or does she sleep?

But somehow the gate's not right
A face stripped of something since last night
Can you carry that smile to the store or job?
And what′s such a rush that would let you be rough?

Now do you leave?
Do you leave?
Or do you come home?