Loose Nails

from Mother of Failure by Peasant Hands

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lyrics

I stood at the door
I Wrung the bastard's neck
Lonely stiff, rich man
Would had.. a lung stabbed
no for that loose nail

'A cut me.

There is not a thing worse,
than a shriek, of horror.
A plague in, earshot
Would had that lung shred
Not for that loose nail

'A cut me

You would not a' felt this way
Had you left the poor souls alone
There is no peace
Like a tempest through the night

Dear father
May the storm
Ravage inside
Of your cold,
cold monastery

I danced on the floor,
I flung as arms bled round the house
Sliced cuff, ulnar vein,
spills on.. the old oak floor,

Dear father
May the storm
Ravage inside
Of your cold,
cold monastery

You would not 'a felt this way
Had you left the poor souls alone
There is no peace
In this night's fury

If rain could purify this foul body

Let it flood
On this night

For your one last prayer, may it be so that God please, lights the way

the nails let go, with the tides, the house collapsed on us.