Keel

The propheteer
 The prophet's here
 Only 'til August
 Bearing down into the grass, down into the grass for me
 The prophet's come
 The prophet's good and stung
 Gobbled up on cable wires
 Dangling low and above the fires
 They won't work out like the lovely ones
 High wires
 That bring the heathens out for a fight
 Ergo sum
 The game's grown young
 There's a danger now in the town below
 And the hobble of gawker's look across onto the road
 There's a tazor
 And a brave young one
 Spilling fiber like you, son
 And the cherry pouts your lungs
 Just stay here
 Just stay here just loving me
 Or just stop bloody loving me
 See now
 Sweep behind the gauzy curtain
 High rise
 High and wild
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 I pick at you, my limestone
 When you fiddle with your red stone
 What are you without your flint then, sonny?
 Can't count out your only lie
 Can't you cap out your only lie
 Sitting fore
 Keel...
 
 Not before
 I was in front
 Of the pekid fountain
 The whole time