(capo: 8)

Pick any bone of contention
The chicken’s split into two sides
Every wish that I make now
Feels like gambling in disguise
I only talk on the pay phone
There’s useless quarters in my shoe
Are you addicted to bullshit?
Oh ho ho, me too

Maybe you can kick the habit cold
I’ll just be here
Chasing bones and lights
Till I walk through a needle’s eye
Or hole up in the hay of high ideals

To see if I can’t wake up
From this graceless, burning slumber.
The number on my baseball card
Is not a baseball number.

Its a Marianas Trench
A tub-o-lard in a sea of pitch
Angels in the outhouse with the moon door

Where mares eat oats, and does eat oats,
And little lambs eat ivy
Everyone’s so scared to hear your prayers
But why should I be?

Me, alone in my old heart
Too, alive, but the scattered parts
Can never seem to manifest whole hog

To gather up a life amess
And braid a golden necklace.
To turn my nose at childish things
And braid the golden necklace

Should a feast fall in our vats?
Go to town in the butterfat
I’ll forage in the forest for a salt lick

Where every song is a love song
A “you and me” or “me and I”
Every show is a cop show
A Law and Order, CSI
Every turn is a right one
A triple wrong is how I left
Every joke is a sick one
The devil quacked, and Jesus wept

Maybe you can pick the carcass cold
I’ll just be here
Chasing bones and lights
Till I flop through a noodle’s eye
Or hole up in the hay of high ideals

To gather in my life amess
And braid a golden necklace.
To turn my nose at childish things
And braid the golden necklace

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