Palehound - Holiest lyrics

rate me

Under my head I am keeping the muse by

Stomping on senses and quarter of blue coats

I never make all too much out of you

You kick and you scream and you act so abused

‘Cause I’m the holiest of all your parts

I’m licking out your loneliness and starving all your crops

Days I should maybe try taking it easy by

Red hands are throbbing and I’m feeling quizzical

Never make all too much sense out of me

Doting on eggshell and acting so dead sick

‘Cause I’m the holiest of all your parts

I’m licking out your loneliness and starving all your crops

Crops, crops, crops