Stigmata For Sale Lyrics

Animal Names Stigmata For Sale

The waves all passed me by then sucked me back,
I scrapped my arm or a ghost just scratched a hack.
This old beach half gave way, a sign said that.
“In 1998 it traded its sand for an Anti-Flag tape.”
Our old house half burned down and it’s mostly black,
There are lawn chair shards out back but I think it spared that peace sign.
Stay sickly, pass me by, we’ll both survive.
Like the 18 broken arms you cured in ’82.
I told you, I told you once about how hard
It was to dig that pond and fill it full of frogs.
Stay sickly, I quickly asked about your hands,
I saw right through your palms then filled the holes with mud.