letra de kid sampson - schmave
at home with jack, i feel the burn in my chest
the white hair creeps its way through
and we’re all doctors here, but unfortunately
eventually, there’s nothing we can do
please, quick sir, i’ve had a nasty batch
of quilts and qualms draped over me
of quaint, crackled hands that i envy
admit to heart attack, but not the beats of unrest
the dread upheld, it tells me what to do
cause we’re all framers here, but unfortunately
the beam has rotted through and through
wake up, sir, i’m now aware of the patch
of carefree dusks and dawns that will no longer be
of curled up, dusty lungs that i envy
of shallow soups of psalms just for heaven’s sake
good lord, what a scratch i see
good lord, what a pain i’ve been
good lord, you don’t see what i see
good lord, none of this matters to me
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