The Donefors - Mouth Full of Marbles lyrics

Speak delicately of foggy memory Or this may turn out ugly This marble-hearted, moon-sick mood Has got me acting crazy You play the envelope I am the contraband Rolling in to another slum To find the perfect place to hide an ugly face To burn beneath the beating of a sun A shy mechanic hand is under sharp command To disa**emble every fallen stone We'll muscle out the slaughter sippin' on holy water ‘Til we can't remember why we landed here Speak delicately of foggy memory Or this may turn out ugly This marble-hearted, moon-sick mood Has got me acting crazy So hide the good in your guts and then We'll go once more 'round the dance floor Moving in these parallels Showing signs of struggling A fox in a wishing well We'll sedate the children now And bail them up like spools of hay Set the dial to the opera In the middle of the final scene I'm an anxious guillotine With mouth full of marbles No more fight left in these bones No boiling blood, no bending wills Spent up and taken out Speak delicately of foggy memory Or this may turn out ugly This marble-hearted, moon-sick mood Has got me acting crazy Wheel me on out in a paper bag On a ticker tape parade day The sun has burned down every drop of blood Every drop of blood and consolation Speak delicately of foggy memory Or this may turn out ugly This marble-hearted, moon-sick mood Has got me acting crazy So hide the good in your guts and then We'll go once more 'round the dance floor