Tragically loved, two headed lamb, asleep inside the nest
Coiled curls, all tangled tight, conjoined veins, more or less
Honey-glazed farm-hand, tearful, gripped his mother's necklace
Bestowal to the department of conservation's porch
The shaky handwriting apologized, do your best
Didn't a man once kill for that glimpse?
Thank god for the ones they're after
Haven't men killed for less than this?
Pray they find the ones they're after
Surgically loved, unearthed the bone, my stitches came unsewn
Scalpel to Houston, tell my mother I'm not coming home
Religious absolution, breathing air to distant lungs
I try to hold my breath but I can still smell that holy cologne
Didn't a man once kill for that glimpse?
Thank god for the ones they're after
Haven't men killed for less than this?
Pray they find the ones they're after
Pray I stay in hiding
I think I might be the one they're after
Pray they never find me
Lord knows I look like the ones they're after