Deaf Brother

Bellow does your voice
Rambling incessant noise
The herd flock to the beat of your drum
I sit, waiting to become

Three, two, one
Oh how your mouth does run
Tick, tock, talk
How holy your walk
How holy your walk

So meek you gave away all your toys
Slick and sleek, preaching to hear your voice
Your word is of otherworldly love
I grit, rolling in the muck

He can't find the soul in me
Not much of a role in me
He's going the way of bees
Mary and his holy three

Three, two, one
Oh how your mouth does run
Tick, tock, talk
How holy your walk
Liar liar liar
I set your pants on fire
Burn burn burn
Get in your last words
Get in your last words

Roll away
Holy roller, roll away
Holy roller, roll away
Holy roller, roll away



Credits
Writer(s): James Swetland
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