Lyrics The Man With the Shovel, Is the Man I'm Going to Marry - To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie

The Man With the Shovel, Is the Man I'm Going to Marry

Sewn thumbs throbbing, what it is to put away
Flashing papers, what it is not to say
I wish, wish wish all of this
I wish, wish wish all of this
A dangerous story, our eyes meandering
A venturous laugh, spilling these lusts towards you
I wish, wish wish all of this
I wish, wish wish all of this
Sense what’s lasting, what it is not to say
Love sought and deserted, what it is to put away
And I resist, and I resist, and I resist
To wish, wish wish all of this
To wish, wish wish all of this
It won’t rest, tell what you see
Far to guess, not to deceive
It won’t rest, tell what you see
Far to guess, not to believe
To wish, wish wish all of this
To wish, wish wish all of this
And I resist, and I resist
And I resist, and I resist
And I