I'm so rosy and it's a chore
Still get my rocks off shooting stones
A blank entry form reads like last rights
Left Andalusia on totally fucked up terms

So walk my cobbles
And ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
A diva with octaves
Sings national prayer

Nice digs you got here on hell's ocean shores
Second hand smoke burning through the earth's core
You gave birth inwards and you took another life
Eyes roll to the back of my head
To see a bank foreclosure inside

Walk my cobbles
And ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
A diva with octaves
Sings national prayer

I cough up up a lung in a dry heat
Drops from an ice house with the sands of impurity
I carried a basket full of anything in arms reach
Collector of denial, a postmark guarantee

A fortnight take-home is a packet full of seeds
Grows in my brain stem
Pushing weeds of entropy

Walk my cobbles
And ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
A diva with octaves
Sings national prayer

Sit up straight for a slouched ring burned into canvas
Beg and choose in the land of opposition
I declare a happy birthday to every mouth full of shit
Willed a table for ten and put your feet up on it

Walk my cobbles
And ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
A diva with octaves
Sings national prayer

Walk my cobbles
And ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
A diva with octaves
Sings national prayer

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Writer(s): Ryley Walker