Donkey's Jawbone Songtext
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Donkey's Jawbone Songtext
Thin and wet petals from her head
Real warm, weak on water′s edge
They fall outwards at the sight of wet seeds
He's been out splitting hairs with the barbers of the back alley
Cut-price clinics for the criminally tolerable
Trying something new is an original move
But it′s left him looking nothing if not vulnerable
Oh, oh, oh
The reassurances of strangers who know him
Have all the comfort of a set of scissors folding
He's air-conditioned to be breathing in the snotty evening air
Meaning what? How much time 'til his blood clots?
Everywhere the buzzing of the mean-minded misarthropods
Chewing at the meat on the old idiophone
Suspicions make one porous, although some folks should be cautious
Lest their sweat invites the bites of every bug in the know
He struggles daily with some first-time riddle
That his father lodged deep in his skull
The reassurances of strangers who know him
Have all the comfort of a coffin shutting slowly
He′s air-conditioned to be breathing in the snotty evening air
Meaning what? How much time ′til his blood clots?
A donkey's jawbone
A donkey′s jawbone
What he would give for
A donkey's jawbone
Real warm, weak on water′s edge
They fall outwards at the sight of wet seeds
He's been out splitting hairs with the barbers of the back alley
Cut-price clinics for the criminally tolerable
Trying something new is an original move
But it′s left him looking nothing if not vulnerable
Oh, oh, oh
The reassurances of strangers who know him
Have all the comfort of a set of scissors folding
He's air-conditioned to be breathing in the snotty evening air
Meaning what? How much time 'til his blood clots?
Everywhere the buzzing of the mean-minded misarthropods
Chewing at the meat on the old idiophone
Suspicions make one porous, although some folks should be cautious
Lest their sweat invites the bites of every bug in the know
He struggles daily with some first-time riddle
That his father lodged deep in his skull
The reassurances of strangers who know him
Have all the comfort of a coffin shutting slowly
He′s air-conditioned to be breathing in the snotty evening air
Meaning what? How much time ′til his blood clots?
A donkey's jawbone
A donkey′s jawbone
What he would give for
A donkey's jawbone
Writer(s): Gabriel Yarham, Billy Morris, Rudge Mike, Thomas Flynn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

