The Fiery Furnaces - Pricked in the Heart lyrics

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The Fiery Furnaces - Pricked in the Heart lyrics

Listen, these are not drunken as you suppose It might not be 3 o'clock in the morning like it seems The little children will be prescient And your young men will see shows And your old men will dream dreams I found a typescript double-spaced Printed out on a daisy-wheel (so all femme) In the former Treatise (dear friend Theophilus) it was placed Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them I gathered all the tokens of her pa**ion, people Waiting for the promise of her father ("Whereof you heard of me") in the past John baptized with water; now, with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last In a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet (and all around) Megan, Mary, Lisa, and Kenisha gave it out, "Stick with me." Or you'll reap the reward of iniquity Cashed out and carried to possession of a plot of ground Well, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath Outside the bodega called Beautiful. When it was whom With Su and Kenisha, under a silver-leaf wreath Called not fit to sit: might as well have come halt out your mother's womb I gathered all the tokens of her pa**ion, people Waiting for the promise of her father ("Whereof you heard of me") in the past John baptized with water; now, with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last A light shined in the lodge and the chains slipped off her hands, So to speak: she packed up her things and she sailed to Cyprus Sending greetings from Felix with a please to put Paul on Misunderstands Me, she, and her all went home (gave up the boast) and left Lisa to type us I gathered all the tokens of her pa**ion, people Waiting for the promise of her father ("Whereof you heard of me") in the past John baptized with water; now, with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last