Low Heaven – Calibretto 13 – letras

in not wanting to have their eyes penniedand/or a bone shown broken to the open airthey’re…praying for their lucky stars to shoot…we remain such gluttonsfor the generous threat of beingsupreme to a man mold maker with a tendencytoward the more dramatic side of everythingwe are…flattered i’m sure,and what does modern child mistakenly chalk upto the humongous homogenous win column of godthe swapping of a dearest dead pet for a fresh one…finding someone else’s wallet or say, a snow daythey’re…threatening their lucky stars to shoot