The Marble Man - Field Study lyrics

Dusty pleasures, sulky landscapes: always lie! No trespa**ing! Patience drew a matchless eye and cursed the day when Ymir drank his mother's milk You're but a face above the ground. 'I think I'll poison pigeons when I'm old and bored and market them to rats behind my garden door. Their ghosts will wait and meet me at the cemetry and spit upon the ashes of our century.' You're but a face above the ground. Why are you here, Sergeant? Well, I came to get what's mine! Love is a business and God is a business, I'd trade my life for a place in the quicksand, a kick on the forehead, a bed of flies the less the more embarra**ing, the more the worse Ladies and Gentlemen, the unwelcome urge! You're but a face above the ground. Why are you here, Sergeant? Well, I came to get what's mine! Why are you here, Sergeant? Well, I came to get what's mine! Why are you here, Sergeant? You're but a face above the ground. Well, I came to get what's mine! Why are you here, Sergeant? You're but a face above the ground. Well, I came to get what's mine! Why are you here, Sergeant? You're but a face above the ground. Well, I came to get what's mine!