lenders in the temple




the short delay. the parrot blues. little voices micic you.
it's not so hard to make that sound.
so watch your back the ides of march.
cut your hair like joan of arc
disgusie your will that fans you out.
and when they do... look out.

there's money lenders inside the temple
that circus tiger's gonna break your heart.
something so wild turned into paper.
if i loved you, well that's my fault.

a bitch in heat. the alpha male.
not something she'd ever tell
except she got deathly high.
and out it came like summer rain.
washed the cars and everyy thing.
felt clean for just a little while.

the telephone we drunk dialed.

the starving children they ain't got no mother.
there's pink flamingos living in the mall.
i'd give a forutne to your infomercial.
if somebooyd would just take my call.
take my call.
take my call.

hello? patterns in my mind now moving slow.
sorrow all across the surface rows.
smoothing out the edges of the stone.
the lights are out where everybody go alone.

erase yourslf and you'll free.
mendula destroyed by the sea.
all we all is colored sand.
so pay to ride the ferris whells. smile.
all you can feel is gratitude for what has been.
because it did not happen.

there's money lenders inside the templs
the circus tigers gonna break my heart
something so wild turned into paper
if you love me then that's your fault

there's money lenders inside the temple
this crystal city's gonna fall apart
when all their power turns into vapor
if i if i miss you, well that's my fault

that's my fault
that's my fault

-conor oberst