Christians & Lions - Skinny Fists

Blue smoke and cider sounds
Curled above our heads
Like tongues of fire under wires in a big
City Hall stands tall and every pregnant pause
Is giving birth to answers I can’t understand
'We’re only starting a racket ’cause you’ve started a racket!'
I scream, 'We only want to level this city because
Things are so uneven!'
But I don’t think they can hear me
Like hot breaths between my praying hands
Could make my fingers glow
Like the psalms between my palms are all I’ll ever need to know
I count out hymns for hims and hims and hers and hers
And hims-for-hearses, turn to face the wind
And silence flying sins in words-like-curses
Church and state had their day in the centuries before
I say, 'The future is unwritten if we hold what can erase
But I still get sad ripping up ads that the Marines
Send to friend every kid in my family
‘Cause I can afford to
I can afford to
I told her once, 'There’s a great line in this song I heard
But I can’t tell you unless something really big happens to us'

Written by:
Ben Potrykus

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