Straw in the Forge
Straw in the Forge

Dot.Organ - Straw in the Forge Lyrics

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Straw in the Forge Lyrics

Dusty stones, cobbled roads, colored smells
Blacksmith yells, sounds of coins dropping
Tattered clothes, wearing scat, people attached
Buckets tipping from windows
Resort, it's business as usual
Retail, the shopkeeper's privilege
Remain, the world's oldest profession
Resign, blue collars feed the blue blood
Rabble, throng, working like a dog
Pressed in, trapped, business is booming
They hawk, they cry and peddle
They vend, they sell, crowded well
Swindle, watch like hawkers, open up shop
Run like clockwork, knock knock
Welcome, the sign, dotted line
Join the club, pub crawl, flesh creep
Innkeeper, drunk as a lord he bids
Refuge in odd buildings brings
Doors open, windows close
Minds close, open up your
Refuge in odd buildings brings
Legs open, fingers close
Eyes close, open up your
Open up your dull mind
Open up your clam legs
Open up your mouth and pour it in
Top secret
Open up your free shop
Open up your digits
Open up your chest, treasure and trash
Out to lunch on sugar pills
Dust me off and lay your cards
Down on this here table, stranger
I got more sense than cash
You can bet your life away
Won't hold water
Honey down the drain
Chicken feed and axle grease
But it's not your money that I wanted
Return it back to you I will
One condition, you just listen
I only want water for my sole
Read 'em and weep
Cry a river, cry bloody murder
Cry yourself to sleep and
Shed a crocodile tear
You can holler uncle, wah
You can spill the milk, oh yeah
You can have a hug, hmm
Stab me in the back, ouch
Now I am concussed

Dusty stones, cobbled roads, colored smells
Blacksmith yells, sounds of coins dropping
Tattered clothes, wearing scat, people attached
Buckets tipping from windows
Resort, it's business as usual
Retail, the shopkeeper's privilege
Remain, the world's oldest profession
Resign, blue collars feed the blue blood
Rabble, throng, working like a dog
Pressed in, trapped, business is booming
They hawk, they cry and peddle
They vend, they sell, crowded well
Swindle, watch like hawkers, open up shop
Run like clockwork, knock knock
Welcome, the sign, dotted line
Join the club, pub crawl, flesh creep
Innkeeper, drunk as a lord he bids
Refuge in odd buildings brings
Doors open, windows close
Minds close, open up your
Refuge in odd buildings brings
Legs open, fingers close
Eyes close, open up your
Open up your dull mind
Open up your clam legs
Open up your mouth and pour it in
Top secret
Open up your free shop
Open up your digits
Open up your chest, treasure and trash
Out to lunch on sugar pills
Dust me off and lay your cards
Down on this here table, stranger
I got more sense than cash
You can bet your life away
Won't hold water
Honey down the drain
Chicken feed and axle grease
But it's not your money that I wanted
Return it back to you I will
One condition, you just listen
I only want water for my sole
Read 'em and weep
Cry a river, cry bloody murder
Cry yourself to sleep and
Shed a crocodile tear
You can holler uncle, wah
You can spill the milk, oh yeah
You can have a hug, hmm
Stab me in the back, ouch
Now I am concussed

Writer(s): Dot.Organ
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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