Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gláss
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron James Burke
Songwriter
Lirik
My Vocation
I cut my teeth with these silly rat boys
Searched in curb cracks for folded fag ends
My Vocation
Bullied a boy once and had to kill the shame
Searched under bushes for some hidden wine dregs
All before finding my vocation
Christ knows
I'll drink these lees in
I'll half-choose to secede
Christ knows
Fasten old face and
Put trust into fellow man
Christ no
I can't believe the things you say
Two actions for to start the new truants day
Stretch the old legs and take a drop
The pleasure's too dense in these dregs
To floss the lees out of my speech
Christ knows
I used to take the cloister walk
When it was vague but teaming with ferns
The underlife respun and I took a snapshot of it
My Vocation
Puts me through inverse speech and hour before you awake
See I don't need drink or drugs or coffee
Or any of these for I have my vocation
Christ knows
Paint the flag blue for the cardinals
A colorblind boy learns how to shoot
Christ knows
Sneak the dim beacon on the whisper whip
Still these lights hit like a cold cold night
Christ no
My city she's my baby and
She said to me "stroke me once again"
On some other part of my body
Your loving hands remain too long treading lightly in one place
Christ knows
I take me there
I've put in the time
This is my own dissipation
I find the book of poison
And I'm handing up my indulgences for an invocation
Writer(s): Aaron James Burke
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