Gift Horse (feat. Geoff Rickly)

New tenement lung Bargain model Always fit you like a glove Charming what you've done Your motherless touch Scrapes the skin clean of mid-century rust So come out with your hands up Don't believe a word I say Give us your first born son Throw down the keys You're much too late so Don't come back for me So come out with your hands up Don't believe a word I say Here you are The cross you've abandoned Beating heart, the one you adore Every scraped knee speaks In the language of the lost Every wheel-hand sleeps Through the fog Beating heart Factory guard Could you even hear yourself Crawling in the dark? I've said too much So come down (So come down) So come down (So come down) Lock up the ones you adore Lock up the ones you adore Lock up the ones you adore Lock up the ones you