Hollow Bones歌词
Hollow
Hollered
SubtleYour
blood
owns
no
bones,With
mailmen
in
your
homeHolding
a
knife
to
your
poemsTo
hollow
all
you’re
sownAnd
holler
‘goner,
you’re
owned.’Your
blood
owns
no
bones,With
mailmen
in
your
homeHolding
a
knife
to
your
poemsTo
hollow
all
you’re
sownAnd
holler
‘goner,
you’re
owned.’And
supposing
you
was
meantto
be
bent
born
some
sort
of
law
man,With
the
poise
of
an
intellectualand
hunch
of
a
clerk,And
disposition
of
a
saintAnd
they’d
say,“he
is
always
with
cancel
eye
and
ever
correct’And
knowing
thatAre
you
lessIn
the
ever
so
complicated
endeavor
of
a
human
deathThere
are
only
two
species
set
to
death
on
earthThe
creature
of
choiceThere
are
only
two
species
set
to
death
on
earth...There
are
only
two
species
set
to
death
on
earth...There
are
only
two
species
set
to
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