The Long Vein of the Law Lyrics & Tabs by Subtle
The Long Vein of the Law
guitar chords lyrics
When the long vein (x5)
of the law
When the long vein of the law bites his right eye at you
from behind his stingy brimed black hat of all facts
And yours can only choke
filing blanks all over the floor in front of you
until your mouth half lights
and all your body water rushes to the soft fillets of your back
Before you can speak,
he touches a very serious finger to the neck of your hand
and your skin breaks out in [solid map]
all spreading from a sizable city some three hundred miles east of Dallas, Texas
Dallas appearing just below the cheap lamp of throat shakra
the thirty five cent running the length of your torso
and disappearing over the soft cost of your hip
Dallas appearing just below the cheap lamp of throat shakra
the thirty five cent running the length of your torso
and disappearing over the soft cost of your hip
Some moments later,
your west central Texas skin begins to purple,
and suddenly he's feeling for thorns on the stems of your eyes
You jerk them back to the twice focus shot
of your glasses blur black rim and hiss
and fiddle in your pockets for a first stuffed animal or some obscene note
You have a good idea of what's coming
You reach for your mouth to cut words
But
He speaks:
Son, you seize the grass and sun tight in the film beneath your face
and wrong between half writ books on outcoals and medium no medium no
He shows you a feather that he grew in his femur
You reach for your mouth to cut words
But all you can say is
Everyday Hard(x4)
And so he points to a hole now spreading carefully on your sunken chest gently shakes his clear blue head and teaches you the word Vacation before dissappearing into the open mouth of his face fixed hat of all fact
And then it all goes black
A R (x2)
When you come to,
something in your throat feels more forgiven,
and the sunrise seems to have put back the knife it sometimes pulls on you
(x4)
Hopefully, next time you see one another,
He'll be all "What's up?" with his hat off, one hand full of coconut and small umbrella
A young George Washington lounging there beside him,
sucking centers from one hundred watt bulbs with a two dollar bill,
scoping his navel full of sweat as it steeps in the sun
