is-3 - Glass House

Distribution and mass confusion
Satisfaction and primary action
Deliberation and sovereign nation
Masturbation
Ooh Heaven is a place on earth
With you
With you
And ooh it's all on the tip of my tongue
I want you
Children of the corn flock to the reckoning
These hands aren't the hands you want
My Glass House is far smaller than yours
I don't need a large one
Annie come over to the fire now
(Let your head wrap around the ribbon)
Annie your world is turning inside out
Inside out
And after the Crucifixion there is no doubt
After his final conniption he is down
There are rats in the sewers you say?
There are rats in the trees
By and by and by and by
Won't you cradle me
My hands are burnt my tongue is bled
My feet are tied to the stoop of my forefathers
Wish me well my love
Here I go
And ooh Heaven is a place on earth
With you
With you
And ooh I just can't seem to learn
I can do

Written by:
Huxley Kuhlmann

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