Skinny Fists Songtext
von Christians and Lions

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

Yes, 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′