Hey, baby. Let's go to San Francisco
Let's watch the lights fall down on you
And maybe, we'll hear your words of wisdom
We'll speak to the work you taught so true.
Wood creatures in denial. Out-thought sex for survival
Heaven is less than a mile away
We're tricked out southern babies, held by the hand which god have gave me
Mary Ann Scott; Please, call me Katie
Can we take your house for the night
Help ourselves to your life
Where no one else can see us
We've become more than exists
The less fortunate pigs
We fear what we have made.
You made me. Here come the sunset ravens
Every last drop of blood I take from thee
You gave me life in exchange for death and healing
One less god to kneel before and pray
One summer I won't survive, and every other day I felt so alive
Every last word I hung onto was love
I feel worse when I let you down, I never dealt with a demon 'til I met myself
Helter Skelter, won't you be my king?
Her heart, I can feel it fading
Every last wound swept up your baby
Another gallon left to fulfill my painting
Can we take your house for the night
Help ourselves to your life
Where no one else can see us
We've become more than exists
The less fortunate pigs
We fear what we have made.
credits
from Oh Well,
released December 30, 2020
Lyrics: Alex Kerry
Composition: Alex Kerry
Instruments: Alex Kerry
Mixing: Aidan Vickery
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