Lyrics Styled by Dr. Roberts - Frog Eyes

Styled by Dr. Roberts

I’m going to pray for the cold, I’m going to pray not for
Anything at all
I’m going to pray for the war, I’m going to pray that my dagger’s not
The first blade withheld
And when that bird beaks its blood on my windowsill
I know that I have been called
And the glory of economy
Is when your dwarf shall become a man
Woe to the night, woe to the night
Emaciated forester dancing in the moonlight
Dancing just to stave off the hunger — it’s a hunger where
You want to hit him in the fucking knees
And then you hit him in the fucking knees!
Shooter!
Shoot up!
But you better watch your allocution
Shooter, shooter, shoot up!
But Donna, you better
Never turn your back on that dwarf, and:
You better watch your allocution!
Donna’s got a right to be tired!
She’s been swamped in the kitchens
Of a Dark Royalty
And if you love me!
You’ll know my heart
Belongs to the shepherd
Who has nursed his lord back from the tombs of a Dark Galilee
And if you know me now
Then I shall know you now
I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT ON YOUR FACE
I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT COMING OUT OF YOUR FACE