Conor Oberst

Conor Oberst - Lenders in the temple

rate me

A short delay, the pair of blues

Little voices mimic you

It's not so hard to make that sound

So watch your back, the Ides of March

Cut your hair like Joan of Arc

Disguise your will, they'll find you out

And when they do

Look out

There's money lenders inside the temple

That circus tiger's gonna break your heart

Something so wild turned into paper

If I loved you, well that's my fault

A bitch in heat, the alpha male

Not something she'd ever tell

Except when she got deathly high

And out it came like summer rain

It washed the cars and everything

Felt clean for just a little while

A telephone

We drunk dialed

Those starving children, they ain't got no mother

There's pink flamingos living in the mall

I'd give a fortune to your infomercial

If somebody would just take my call

Take my call, Take my call

Hello

Patterns in my mind now moving slow

Sorrow all across the surface roads

Smoothing out the edges of the stone

The lights are out, where'd everybody go

Alone

Erase yourself and you'll be free

Mandela destroyed by the sea

All we are is colored sand

So pay to ride the ferris wheel

Smile, all that you can feel

Is gratitude for what has been

'Cause it did not

Happen

There's money lenders inside the temple

That circus tiger's gonna break my heart

Something so wild turned into paper

If you love me, then that's your fault

There's money lenders inside the temple

This crystal city's gonna fall apart

When all their power turns into vapor

If I miss you, well that's my fault

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