Please Go - Four Fists

Tell me kid can you carry me home?

Can you winch up my terrible soul and hold

it?

Be a friend, bearing the load, ferry me off, lush, looking for lamp post,

lean on it

If you’re privy to a picketed fence perhaps a perch that is pretty and dense

then I want it

Because the once and future king is waning, we all need someone,

how that song went

Oysters and rocks, sawdust and socks, who makes clocks out of cellos, cellos

Time is a thief gladness and grief, cling to the leaf as the yellows yellows

At the very least its what they sing sweet before they send men to the gallows

Go make your peace and count your heartbeats before the whole earth gets

swallowed

So motion sick and sort of stuck under something slick

The sea and salty breeze no grip for shit, watch them slip, ick

What kind of candle has a wick on both ends

Anyway any day but this one is enemy

Every morning say ten of these itchy for life

Trying to get into some Tennessee tea

Trying to get into some capital T

Trying to make a couple memories

Sl-slip, sl-slither away, bitterness withers and grays, let them fade live

today, ok

We know

We know It’s coming home, It’s coming home

The heat borne from its breath blackens our throat

(We know)

Tell me kid can you carry me home?

Can you winch up my terrible soul and hold

it?

We know It’s coming home, It’s coming home

Be a friend, bearing the load, ferry me off, lush, looking for lamp post,

lean on it

If you’re privy to a picketed fence perhaps a perch that is pretty and dense

then I want it

The heat borne from its breath blackens our throat

Because the once and future king is waning, we all need someone,

how that song went

Please go

Please go

Please go

Please go

We picked the private pirate life We licked them spider bites and heal

Skipped the bright like silent nights We stack them cards just right and deal

Aces by the sleeve, pockets laced with kings, face cards banked

Paces counted to places to escape with your things.

Thanks

For the brokenest norms, motor like roving storms

Rain on the warm weather, winters to the muscles worn out

Some buy the mouth, i know that when in doubt it mumbles

Some try the grouch and end up with some healthy humble, ouch

Pity not the picador’s horse holding its ground

In the face, of the cretin bull with it’s shoulder’s down

Give unto the he the golden sea, of a hope allowed

For many men are made in the face of smoke and clouds

Fear not when teardrops cascade down the fault line features in the last day

Even unafraid Atlas dropped axis with the faint ray he might escape that sad

fate

Don’t question when it’s closing time

She knows that you’re hosed, you’d be a dolt to try

The ambrosia you stole bring your own demise

And now that orange that swung low, floats a mote too high

Count on blades and filthy fingertips and keep an accurate log of all the

sinking ships

At hand is an abjured land of bliss to which exists for the man who can take

four fists

We know

We know It’s coming home, It’s coming home

The heat borne from its breath blackens our throat

(Simultaneous)

We know

--Tell me kid can you carry me home?

Can you winch up my terrible soul and hold

it?

We know It’s coming home, It’s coming home

--Be a friend, bearing the load, ferry me off, flush, looking for lamp post,

lean on it

--If you’re privy to a picketed fence perhaps a perch that is pretty and dense

then I want it

The heat borne from its breath blackens our throat

--Because the once and future king is waning, we all need someone,

how that song went

Please go

Please go

Please go

Please go