Chris Staples - Sawdust in My Clothes lyrics

Big black father mountain Staring down The city takes us in And now that I have tasted Her breast it's hard to leave again This place is so full of charm Of plastic lure Trojan horses and phony cures I awoke With paint fumes in my nose A sore spot in my neck And sawdust in my clothes The things that we believe In the light of day As thin as plywood Like the set of a play And we are free Cause we don't need something to trust After the things that we believed in Were ground down into dust I awoke With paint fumes in my nose A sore spot in my neck And sawdust in my clothes