Death Don't Pony Up For Gas Lyrics

Orange and blue
Crash into white
A phantom skylight
When my hand
Runs over my changing face
Still reeks of the gas from the pump at the last place I go, I go, oh
What I'd give for the words
Oh what I'd give
I know
These flesh filled walls have purpose and strength
And they show
That one needs not a house to be haunted
But I never would have stayed in this grave of a place for so long

Even to
Oh to find Find her perfect peace oh

Walls that are hard
Walls that are cold
Like the bark of a tree and sharp cut of a breeze
Walls that hold demons with red eyes that gleam through my own
Through my own
Tuning
Their tone
Over
My own
Tuning
Their tone
Over
My own

Of my own

Even to
Oh to find
Find her perfect peace oh

Even to
Oh to find
Find her perfect peace oh

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