Gladrags

A pinner and no lighter after a search
The snow falls as quiet as the dust in the church
A pinner and no lighter after a search
The shock will always reveal the feel to heal

You're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether

A sinner with a head on a shovel
What you say might give it away, might lead to trouble
A sinner with a head on a shovel (shovel)
To live is to rest and rest might be to give

You're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether
Does it get better or worse?
And I get doubt about it altogether

A fella be done when he calls for the sugar
Stank to death, short for breath, short for wealth
A fella be done when he calls for the sugar
To my surprise, he's dead to rights, try as I might

You're not the only cause for spacin' out
And I get down about it altogether
Does it get better or worse?
And I get doubt about it altogether

All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'
All the lemons in the gladrags runnin'