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chris letcher - bad shepherd lyrics

stockholm night was leaking light
when your father died
so you got on a boat
an old rusty bulker, salt tears in your eyes
well that arctic air’s done you no good
you’ve got a black handgun not made out of wood
(all broken things dream of repair)
athletic thighs and sleep-walled eyes and your hair
come out of the gloom come down from the top of the stairs
let the lights from the freeway flow across the wall
a mind can get tired of all the pitfalls
what a terrible crash, i jumped up the stairs
with a heart so heavy and hands just spare
now didn’t your mother ever teach you not to stare?
let them stare, let them stare, you know i really don’t care
now all you good children you’re jetsam on the earth, modern day lepers
where are your flocks? there are the wolves. you’re bad shepherds
well the heart it is the devil’s machine
and those hearts together like a bunch of bad dreams

- chris letcher lyrics

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