The Virgin Jerry - Picking Fish Bones

Rip out the telephone
Crumpled paper in the heart of your palm
Patience is a virtue now

He drags a cushion to her seat
Oh mama these toes have to break up the concrete
All the while, turned away
(Don't go quietly to your grave)
And lead me to the door

Bring on the Author of Pain
Oars collide with knees a splinter engrained
And I won't see you again

(Are you under control?)
(No!)
(Oh I am the voice of rage and ruin
Talk about it, talk about it
Oh I don't want to fucking talk about it!)

Written by:
Brian Huetteman, Sam Smith

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