Lyrics Please Go - Four Fists

Please Go

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