Chris Staples - Thrift Store Jesus Painting lyrics

I shook hands with the clientele I meandered the halls of hell I bit my tongue I ignored the smell for you Now that it's over Behind me stands The dust covered ruin That we built by hand Brick by brick 100 stories tall It's a tower of memories Blurred by alchohol We crossed riverbeds of bone We used skulls as stepping stones Cut mountain road through solid rock Once we were fearless Now we can't even talk A kitchen table 2 empty chairs Your slender shadow Climbs the stairs Some rotten fruit A stack of mail Thrift store Jesus painting Hanging on a nail Castles in the sand Built in a day Washing away