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Lambchop Lyrics for Song: Sharing A Gibson With Martin Luther King, Jr.
 Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Lambchop
 
 
 
 987>All the leaves have turned to leather
 
 I have lost faith in the spring
 
 Withered like a dark balloon
 
 Oh, I hear no robin sing
 
 
 
 Ushered with the shower still
 
 Oh, the rain falls off the leaves
 
 And a rim of shady light
 
 It forms these patterns on my hands
 
 
 
 I can see your ring
 
 Is it camouflaged or etched
 
 Tell the king
 
 To me this errand sent
 
 
 
 To call such a hole
 
 In the kingdom of the Lord
 
 That we are afraid
 
 Where there is no fear
 
 
 
 Oh, he fell into a slumber
 
 And did not wake until the dawn
 
 To see a band of orange clouds
 
 Cross the middle of the sky
 
 
 
 Oh, he got into a fluster
 
 He felt a tightening in his leg
 
 With such finesse he waived a hornet
 
 From a wine glass
 
 
 
 And tiny fluffs of the feathered life
 
 And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
 
 To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
 
 And what the fuck am I doing here?
 
 
 
 In the ghettos of Chicago
 
 Amid the poverty and despair
 
 Inside the game hens
 
 Were the giblets in a plastic bag
 
 
 
 A cocktail which consisted
 
 Of his gin and her vermouth
 
 Garnished together with the pearl onions
 
 Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light
 
 
 
 Tiny fluffs of the feathered life
 
 And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
 
 To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
 
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