[Astronautalis] Tell me kid can you carry me home? Can you winch up my terrible soul and hold it?Be a friend, bearing the load, ferry me off, lush, looking for lamp post, lean on itIf you’re privy to a picketed fence perhaps a perch that is pretty and dense then I want itBecause the once and future king is waning, we all need someone, how that song wentOysters and rocks, sawdust and socks, who makes clocks out of cellos, cellosTime is a thief gladness and grief, cling to the leaf as the yellows yellowsAt the very least its what they sing sweet before they send men to the gallowsGo make your peace and count your heartbeats before the whole earth gets swallowed [P.O.S] So motion sick and sort of stuck under something slick The sea and salty breeze no grip for shit, watch them slip, ick What kind of candle has a wick on both ends Anyway any day but this one is enemy Every morning say ten of these itchy for life Trying to get into some Tennessee tea Trying to get into some capital T Trying to make a couple memories Sl-slip, sl-slither away, bitterness withers and grays, let them fade live today, ok [Chorus] We know We know It's coming home, It's coming home The heat borne from its breath blackens our throat [Simultaneous] (We know) Tell me kid can you carry me home? Can you winch up my terrible soul and hold it?We know It's coming home, It's coming home Be a friend, bearing the load, ferry me off, lush, looking for lamp post, lean on itIf you’re privy to a picketed fence perhaps a perch that is pretty and dense then I want itThe heat borne from its breath blackens our throat Because the once and future king is waning, we all need someone, how that song went Please go Please go Please go Please go [P.O.S] We picked the private pirate life We licked them spider bites and heal Skipped the bright like silent nights We stack them cards just right and deal Aces by the sleeve, pockets laced with kings, face cards banked Paces counted to places to escape with your things. Thanks For the brokenest norms, motor like roving storms Rain on the warm weather, winters to the muscles worn out Some buy the mouth, i know that when in doubt it mumbles Some try the grouch and end up with some healthy humble, ouch [Astronautalis] Pity not the picador’s horse holding its groundIn the face, of the cretin bull with it’s shoulder's downGive unto the he the golden sea, of a hope allowedFor many men are made in the face of smoke and cloudsFear not when teardrops cascade down the fault line features in the last dayEven unafraid Atlas dropped axis with the faint ray he might escape that sad fateDon't question when it's closing timeShe knows that you’re hosed, you'd be a dolt to tryThe ambrosia you stole bring your own demiseAnd now that orange that swung low, floats a mote too highCount on blades and filthy fingertips and keep an accurate log of all the sinking shipsAt hand is an abjured land of bliss to which exists for the man who can take four fists [Chorus] We know We know It's coming home, It's coming home The heat borne from its breath blackens our throat (Simultaneous) We know --Tell me kid can you carry me home? Can you winch up my terrible soul and hold it? We know It's coming home, It's coming home --Be a friend, bearing the load, ferry me off, flush, looking for lamp post, lean on it --If you’re privy to a picketed fence perhaps a perch that is pretty and dense then I want it The heat borne from its breath blackens our throat --Because the once and future king is waning, we all need someone, how that song went Please go Please go Please go Please go