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Gospel Eaters

from Anon by Riesage

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I want to go to papa’s house alone
And I don’t think I’m coming back
It’s his fault, you know
For breaking the bond that we had

I thought I might see your ghost before
I had a chance to ask
Where your old haunts were at

But I got spun around
I was a carousel, like that

I swear I seen your old boots around
Maybe by the front door?
Or that old firebird you said that you would restore
Then your own voice on the old telephone
Telling me off saying, “this is as good as it gets.”
I didn’t fight because I didn’t know
Smiling my best, hanging on like some marionette

I remember fingers too little to hold
And all of my teeth, too crooked to show
I took as gospel, you had to go
But the truth and the biblical don’t always match
And my archeology is better than that
I had a feeling that you’d come back

I dug down under the ground
And that’s where I found you at.

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from Anon, released February 20, 2013

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We are a band from Fargo, ND. We write songs about women and whiskey. Be our friends and let's party.

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