(S'alright, s'alright
It's all blood
It's alright, it's alright)
So much money you can taste it
So sweet, mama said it'll rot your teeth
Run your blood up, leave your hands all bloody
Curve your back, make you a moon
All round and brittle
Yelling into the black void of space (Cryptkeepers of violence, it's all love)
Anybody out there sticky, sweet, aching molasses (Hold tight)
So sweet on me (Hold your wife)
Smile at me so, so sweet on me, smile (Share your life)
So sweet on me (It's alright, it's all blood)
Smilin' at me so sweet (Cryptkeepers of violence, it's all love)
Meet me on the stoop, dressed like night kissin' snow, I mean so sweet (It's alright, it's life)
So sweet on me, must be from Chicago (Whole love, wholе life)
Or Blackwell, or Texas (It's alright, it's all blood)
So sweet on mе
Mama said it'd rot my teeth (S'alright, it's all blood)
Smile so sweet on me (It's all love)
We've been hearing them singing, and she goin' on out there, screamin' and shoutin', and so through the week, when it wasn't Sunday, we children would play havin' church, sometimes we'd be settin' up on the other house play-havin' church, cause then [?]. Someone else would be up preachin', and sung, maybe, we'd pray, we'd get happy, like, just get happy and shout. But I'd always sing, I always did like to sing. And always tried, I'd be the one to sing. I sang [?] sing a song, and then I'd get down on my knees and pray
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