Father to a Sister of Thought (Live Europaturnén MCMXCVII)

Rotten device, I'll say it twice

I'm too much, I'm too much comforted here

Costs too much, too much, we'll leave you

Everywhere eyes, there's nowhere to die

There's no place to shove your sharpened heel

I'm looking, looking for a

Tired face in case you wanted to go

I know, I'm leaning in to the end

Calling the bluffs, talking so tough

Goodbye to the ugly steeple fear

Good times forever after

I'm just a man, you see who I am

I'm binding my hooks and open the books

Dirty black hearts

Angel of Corpus Christi

You're so misty, tell me what I want to hear

I know, I'm reeling in

Well, I know, that I'm reeling in to the end

To the end

To the end

To the end

I know I'll never ever go

I know I'll never ever go