Humour - The Halfwit

I made my way up, but I’ve still got to search the graves
I clawed my way up, I kick spuds in the fallow ground
and don’t blink for days
I search my person, I take stock and then I
I slope off for the transformation,
There’s signs of new growth,
saltwater on my livid skin

I turned into a halfwit,
I swam in water full of fish
Made it my mission to remember
Everything I ever did

I made my way up, but I’ve still got to search the graves
I play blackjack by myself
and don’t blink for days
I search my person, I take stock and then I
I slope off for the transformation
Water on my livid skin

I turned into a halfwit,
I swam in water full of fish
Made it my mission to remember
Everything I ever did

I turned into a halfwit,
(And I’ve still got to search the graves)

I swam in water full of fish
(But I don’t want to touch the hands)

Made it my mission to remember
(And I didn’t want to cross the line)
Everything I ever did

Peppered on the floor, the joints
And knucklebones of saints and hermits
Somewhere in the dark, the sound
Of rushing water
My eyes are open

Written by:
Jack Lyall, Andreas Christodoulidis, Ross Patrizio, Ruairidh Smith, Lewis Doig, Rod Jones

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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