They pulled my hood off
and slapped me with a glove
and blinded my eyes with burning light
They asked me questions—
I was spitting up blood
Then they pushed me off the pier
in the middle of the night
Think I need a skeleton key
‘cause they keep changing the locks on me!
They drew blood from my heart
and then sold it as love
then they built me a house on a slippery slope
They gave me spirits
but stole the senses I was proudest of
then they traded me store credit
for my last few grams of hope
Think I need a skeleton key
‘cause they keep changing the locks on me!
I close my eyes in case it’s really that bad
and sleep off the trip until it seems
I’m reconstituted in a tube in a lab
but I have no way of knowing
I can’t tell if it’s a dream
Wish I had a skeleton key
‘cause they keep changing the locks on me!
credits
from Paraprosdokian!,
released December 17, 2013
Elliot Knapp - Fender Telecaster, Gibson CS-336, piano, Fender Bass VI, Hammond B-3 organ, vocal.
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