We Have Not Doors You Need Not Keys

by Judson Claiborne

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released 23 July 2013

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tags: low skies rock

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Track Name: Criminal Makeup
I’ll leave it up to the bees
Bloody knuckles and the knees
though somebody may sue you

I know what’s good, I put it in my body
I grew up in these woods, I don’t expect no one to know
Believe me, you won’t regret this night

I’d bring it up with the leaves
And cherry blossoms on the trees
Don’t let the logic consume you

Do it as you should, without any money
And keep knocking on wood, even though nobody’s home
Weep, drink, and will your sprit to rise

Now I’m growing tall as the weeds
Golden showers, trucker speed
You’ll bury me with pneumonia

I ain’t no prude, just ask anybody
I’ve been walking ‘round nude
I got piss all over my clothes
at least we can keep each other in line

Do you hear the sound of the geese with helicopters underneath?
Animals led me to you…

Are you in control of the undertow?
Do you play the role of someone who’s supposed to know?
Release me, don’t resurrect this night..

Salty, swollen
Thunder stolen
Hunted, Whorin’
Cock is crowin’
One thousand red eyes glowin’
Mama’s Moanin’
I got a raw deal, an’ was hopin’
You’d do me this solid..

Wait until the chorus
He sings - “Lick the devils burning wings, tongues untethered to love”
I have been pursued by a church of goons
I paid ‘em for their food
Paid no attention to my wounds

Police beat a criminal suite