Folly & The Hunter - Residents lyrics

He breathed the air like a fanatic In a limbo made just for tourists Often unsure if he still exists He sits in the same place he was told the trickster sits Treat the sun dance like a carnival Then send those boy to the dogs of help Priests mask their crimes with the devil's spells So when the boys come home they say they're treated well Solemn marching to cut hair in morning Then speeches of providence for diseased residents Take them home from this God Dirty white floor so often trod By small brown bony feet Stripped of meat stripped of meat Solemn marching to cut hair in morning Then speeches of providence for diseased residents For diseased residents