Frog Eyes Rebel Horns Lyrics


Rebel Horns by Frog Eyes

Oh: listening to Sunday Shoals
Weed up from the water
Missionaries fiddle while they baptize the horizon
Chaos if they falter

Oh, Donna was offended by the cartographic vessels
That mirrored the pain of her daughter
Oh, Holly was dead from the cartographic lead
That poisoned the veins of her daughter

And the patriarch will send his children to the fens
And the stinking swamplands will surrender

Patience in her Sunday clothes
We ate the witch's hat
We ate the witch's pills
And offerings and the offerings and the semblance of the offerings
Paid for with a baseball bat, paid for with a baseball bat
Paid for with a baseball bat
Reaction: when they come. And when they come, and when they go

Reaction when they come, they will violate their sun
And tear apart their daughters and make witches of their sons
You ain't nothing at all!

I'm never going to be a-waiting for that man

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