Father John Misty The Old Law
[Verse 1]
In my death mask and my mismatched suit
I pilate-chop you across the stage
I met a musing gospel in the bathetic, it made its' way
To my red-hilt brain
The drinks had martyred lunch effectively, before I even rose to speak
Don't want to disannoint the campaign but, Jesus who lives on me
Rent free, oh
[Chorus]
A man's life, God's trash
There's no law but the old law, baby
Pet it for, nothing dies
Except by except by a strong kamikaze
Year zero in the summertime
Yеar zero in the summertimе
[Verse 2]
Pick me the sling, you little clopilet drying
Matte Mac boy, hairy guys
Oh I left you for the honey
Couldn't try to you if I lied
If I lied, oh
[Chorus]
A man's life, God's trash
There's no law but the old law, baby
Pet it for, nothing dies
Except by except by a strong kamikaze
God said no, I said twice
Come on big man, won't you make me
Year zero in the summertime
Year zero in the summertime
Year zero in the summertime
[Outro]
Bad gambler
Slaycation
Hal Ashby
Fast fashion
