Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To Scatter One's Own , by - William Patrick Corgan. Song from the album Cotillions, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 21.11.2019
Record label: Martha's
Song language: English
To Scatter One's Own |
| Scatter me out on the prairie |
| Western gales supine the gray |
| Not that this matters |
| It’s not that it’s worn |
| Or threadbare and battered |
| And the sun must rise |
| And the sun must rise |
| Custer sleeps with ball and scythe |
| A feather on his right |
| It’s writ in James repent or die |
| For Enoch chains his scribes |
| Not that this matters |
| It’s not that it’s worn |
| Or threadbare and battered |
| And the sun must rise on the valley |
| And the foolish night will lead |
| Morning comes with death approaching |
| Echoes pierce to flit thine eye |
| Sweet but placed, I’m gaunt with age |
| Slayers mourn but God confides |
| Not that this matters |
| It’s not that it’s worn |
| Or threadbare and tattered |
| And the sun must rise |
| Custer sleeps with bell and bride |
| His brother by his side |
| A pathway horse will fly and fly |
| For a stage-lit night on fire |
| Morning comes with death approaching |
| Echoes pierce to flit thine eye |
| Not that this matters |
| Or not that it’s worn |