Testo Church Mouth

sell me, i'm a skeptical boy and if you need help i'm not easily found we met the man inthe deepdeep 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 fill me up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me 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 stroll about through thiese 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 ddep deep south with the shit teeth smile that purde abeout the church's motuh march stayed with the dirty old church mouth fill me up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me 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 stroll about through thiese 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 abthe me march stayed with the dirty old chuch mouth i'll bne better when the sleep comes and finds me