The Slow Weight
I met a man with stained teeth
With shit on his shoes, he spits when he speaks
Works a 10 hour day for a minimum wage
And measures his mind by how useful a spade is
He eats everything fast and talks nice and slow
In the matted wet of an unknown blow
Born on a night I cant even remember
Brush the scum from my teeth and try to remember
How we got home to whose bed
If I got mad when you said
How we got home to this bed
And then I got sad when you said
We are the lucky ones, we got lucky once
We are the lucky ones, you get lucky once if you're lucky
We are the lucky ones, you know you get lucky once
At the end of the night i'll have known you for life
And don't forget that sometimes lightning strikes twice
I met a man with stained teeth
Scarred and sore, his sins on his cheeks
Unwashed hair and holes at the seams
A mattress on the floor where he spreads the sea
We stumble home the corners of our mouths
Stained with wine and stretched with smiles
Measure our heads in the light of the mirror
Brushing the scum from my teeth I remember
How we got home to whose bed
If I got mad when you said
How we got home to this bed
And then I got sad when you said
We are the lucky ones, we got lucky once
We are the lucky ones, you get lucky once if you're lucky
We are the lucky ones, you know you get lucky once
At the end of the night i'll have known you for life
And don't forget that sometimes lightning strikes twice
It's a soft start our limbs on the leather
It's a slow stagger to wean me away
It's a wet sleep, this lobby of fingers
The deed is done and done and done again
It's a slow weight and it slumps your shoulders
It's a slow weight and it weighs you down
It's a sad weight, the blood has to fall out
Womb and chain, we are bound, we are bound
See the blood bloom in the basin
Break my kneecaps in front of a crowd
Set alight the stores for the audit
Pour it down the throat of a clown
Stay inside, the police are arriving
Shut your mouth, lay the cloth on the ground
Hold your breath, where time cannot find you
Chomp the bit and don't make a sound
Don't make a sound
With shit on his shoes, he spits when he speaks
Works a 10 hour day for a minimum wage
And measures his mind by how useful a spade is
He eats everything fast and talks nice and slow
In the matted wet of an unknown blow
Born on a night I cant even remember
Brush the scum from my teeth and try to remember
How we got home to whose bed
If I got mad when you said
How we got home to this bed
And then I got sad when you said
We are the lucky ones, we got lucky once
We are the lucky ones, you get lucky once if you're lucky
We are the lucky ones, you know you get lucky once
At the end of the night i'll have known you for life
And don't forget that sometimes lightning strikes twice
I met a man with stained teeth
Scarred and sore, his sins on his cheeks
Unwashed hair and holes at the seams
A mattress on the floor where he spreads the sea
We stumble home the corners of our mouths
Stained with wine and stretched with smiles
Measure our heads in the light of the mirror
Brushing the scum from my teeth I remember
How we got home to whose bed
If I got mad when you said
How we got home to this bed
And then I got sad when you said
We are the lucky ones, we got lucky once
We are the lucky ones, you get lucky once if you're lucky
We are the lucky ones, you know you get lucky once
At the end of the night i'll have known you for life
And don't forget that sometimes lightning strikes twice
It's a soft start our limbs on the leather
It's a slow stagger to wean me away
It's a wet sleep, this lobby of fingers
The deed is done and done and done again
It's a slow weight and it slumps your shoulders
It's a slow weight and it weighs you down
It's a sad weight, the blood has to fall out
Womb and chain, we are bound, we are bound
See the blood bloom in the basin
Break my kneecaps in front of a crowd
Set alight the stores for the audit
Pour it down the throat of a clown
Stay inside, the police are arriving
Shut your mouth, lay the cloth on the ground
Hold your breath, where time cannot find you
Chomp the bit and don't make a sound
Don't make a sound
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Writer(s): Claire Frances Duncan
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