Table at Fool’s Tooth
Robert Pollard
Your lover's in jail, whispering for it
An escape to fertile eyes
Quick hills for my eyes
There’s a pusher in the wilderness
Fresh sheets, colorized swine
A table set at fool's tooth
I could use an honest punch
In your mute power, the goal is automatic
Enter your addiction, never stop hunting
We need you outdoors
It changes nothing, henceforth guarding
You'll find it worthwhile, the easy one
Keep speaking, the time out clock
We had him, nice and here