Neat Little Rows
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My high priest is folded neatly
Back in your box, oh Lord
Gone the song he sang so sweetly
Back in your box, oh Lord
Found myself astride a tiger
Lifted my head just like he said
Drown me now in down of eider
Get me to bed, oh Lord

Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows

Angels and idols spiraling wild
Wind in your necks, oh Lord
Landed gentry line up behind me
Wind in your necks, oh Lord
Smokey progress, backroom sages
Let me back in, put back the pin
Cause now I've found those torn up pages
Can't read the text, oh no

Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows

In the house where they grew you
There were secrets and mistakes
That the eyes that see through you
Would give anything to erase
But picture them counting your fingers
Waiting for the focus of your eyes
No no, don't point fingers
Fingers are for pointing at the sky
No no, don't point fingers
Fingers are for pointing at the sky

Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Lay my bones in neat little rows

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