Portugal. The Man Lyrics

1. Church Mouth

Sell me, I'm a skeptical boy 
And if you need help I'm not easily found 
We met the man in the deep deep south 
with the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth 
"my breath was short better hit the ground running" 
papers, read and weigh down the stands 
It's cold here and waiting weighs on this man 
still not full, I need a pass and a page 
march stepped some steps and it spoke some 
war tongues flickered about that dirty old church mouth 
fill me up with money gold cause ain't 
nobody ever need me 
my salt was skin of maps made whole gotta 
get out gotta sell this soul 
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me 
stroll about through these forks and roads find 
me in the pines in the sleet and cold 
Shine on, in this brilliant paced pulse 
all I need in this life is this love 
"march stayed with the dirty old church mouth" 
fill me up with money gold cause ain't 
no body ever need me 
my salt was skin of maps made whole gotta 
get out gotta sell this soul 
We met the man in the deep deep south with 
the shit teeth smile that 
poured about the church's mouth 
fill me up with money gold cause ain't 
nobody ever need me 
then take me to the steeple let the 
preachers hands a bathe me 
"march stayed with the dirty old church mouth"

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