Craig Finn - Wild Animals lyrics

The Dominican restaurant, a difficult dress With burlap and feathers pressed up against mesh Man alive and the spirit put to d**h in the flesh She had quite a few drinks You had one or two less She said "Hey, thanks for coming Can I ask you a question?" Man alive and the spirit put to d**h in the flesh Where there are wild animals there will also be angels This is the gospel of the lord The flood's gonna come and there will also be stretches of drought There will be times that you doubt us And the cops they all crowded around us But they must have built the case from the particle board Because it collapsed under pressure and it fell to the floor You said "Do you really think I was gonna come and make a confession?" They put a hole in your shoulder There was blood on the wall She met you in the hallway And said "Hey thanks for calling me" Surviving in spirit, put to d**h in the flesh Where there are wild animals there will also be angels This is the gospel of the lord And when there's sad criminals There will also be tourniquets And shell casings on the floor And can you still see the shadows Is your mouth still a mess Did you watch it unravel Are you still unimpressed? Surviving in spirit, put to d**h in the flesh A hawk in the hallway, a bear at the bar A city of staircase, an oncoming car A pa**ionate kiss, a distraction from the depths of depression Where there are wild animals there will also be angels This is the gospel of the lord A flood's gonna come and there will also be seasons of drought There will be days that you doubt us And the cops they came and crowded around us Because where there's sad criminals There will also be tourniquets And shell casings on the floor Where there are wild animals there will also be angels There will also be angels