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Sell me I'm a skeptical boy

And if you need help I'm not easily found

We met the man in the deep deep south

With the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth

Papers read and weigh down the stands

It's cold out here and waiting weighs on this man

Still not full I need a pass and a page

March stepped some steps and it spoke some

War tongues flickered about that dirty old church mouth

My breath was short better hit the ground runnin'

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

My salt was skin of maps made whole gotta get out gotta sell this soul

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

Stroll about through these forks and roads

Find me in the pines in the sleet and cold

Shine on in this brilliant paced pulse

All I need in this life is this love

We met the man in the deep deep south with with the shit teeth smile

That poured about the church's mouth

March stayed with the dirty old church mouth

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

My salt was skin of maps made whole gotta get out gotta sell this soul

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

Stroll about through these forks and roads

Find me in the pines in the sleet and cold

Fill me up with money gold 'cause ain't nobody ever need me

Then take me to the steeple let the preachers' hands a-bathe me

I'm going down down to the river

Ain't nobody needs me out in the water

Little man's hands bathe me down

Down down down down

Fill me up with money gold 'cause ain't nobody ever need me

Then take me to the steeple let the preachers' hands a-bathe me

We met the man in the deep deep south

With the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me