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Rollerskate Skinny - Cradle Burns Lyrics

It's alright it's just the cradle burns racing to corner of your mind that hates the world burn the dress and hang it in the tree count the birds that see the shine of hope without disease I am the son of a mother and a man but the monkey is wheezing like a whipped old man the clowns are off feeding the fat to the flow here comes the servants to shovel bones right upon the wake the cradle burns return with hands of terror to rub my feet together it's alright psychology of blame has one cheek an eye for any eye and leaps of faith to tame I am the son of a mother and a man but the monkey is wheezing like a whipped old man the clowns are off feeding the fat to the flow and here come the servant to shovel bones funny funny funny how the well gets water when the fever flows and by the charge of the chance we can race the dance to Babylon every day a rat falls from the sky to chase the snow around the room and tell you you're for flies every day a cradle burn will fall if you drown all the days you wasted your hands on a whip without a spine I am the son of a mother a man and the horsedrawn wishes have been sent on their way down a hole where the cradle burns go here comes the servants to shovel bones