The Mountain Goats - High Doses #2 lyrics

We all woke up that morning, Claw marks on our little faces. The dull thud from the treetops The echo in the hollow places Rose up high and lonely Wringing my hands, grinding my teeth All the triumph overhead All the disaster underneath Spat out my morning prayers Desperate pleas and viscious lies. Felt the sunlight thugh the grating, Coverered up my eyes. Woke up feeling awful Shook my head to drive the ghosts way This is just a flesh wound And it will clear up any day. But the present i got planned for you pricks, Is gonna be a little harder to fix. Thank god For small favors In high doses. Heard the voices through the air vents Listen to them squeal The great big world is out there The hidden one beneath my heel Called up my sister in reseda, Left a message at the tone. All the points where contact fails us All of the dead spots in the zone And the acid in my throat Every time i try to talk The songs that keep me up at night Standing on that solid rock Rose up high and dry and lonely Stumbled coming out the gate This is just a paper cut And it will scab over just you wait. But the cuts that i'll shortly being dealing out, Are gonna give you something to cry about. Thank god For small favors In high doses