Portugal. The Man Church Mouth Lyrics

sell me, i'm a skeptical boy
and if you need help i'm not easily found

we met the man in the deep deep south with the gritty smile and the
dirty old church mouth

papers, read and weigh Down the stands
it's cold out here and waiting weighs on this man
still not full, i need a pass and a page

march stepped some steps and it spoke some war tongues flickered about
that dirty old church mouth
"my breath was short better hit the ground runnin"

fill me Up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me
i'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

my salt was skin of maps made whole gotta get out gotta sell this soul
stroll about through these forks and roads
find me in the pines in the sleet and cold

shine on, in this brilliant paced pulse
all i need in this life is this love

we met the man in the deep deep south with the s___ teeth smile that poured about the church's mouth
"march stayed with the dirty old church mouth"

fill me Up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me
i'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
my salt was skin of maps made whole gotta get out gotta sell this soul
stroll about through these forks and roads
find me in the pines in the sleet and cold

fill me Up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me
then take me to the steeple let the preachers hands a bathe me

"march stayed with the dirty old church mouth"
i'll be better when the sleep comes and finds me

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