Well I got your hollow leg, Duvall
But I guess I waited too long to call
Now the eyes of Death
Have come to gaze upon your hand
An orphan of spite
Well I guess I waited too long to write
Now the force of Death
Has come to walk your land
And how ’bout that ghostly sage
That looks like he hasn’t aged
Lean in to see the scars still in his scalp
And remember that shirt you wore
And the back where it was torn
The time you tried to tear your feathers out
And how long has it been
Well I guess around a liter of gin
And how cold was the ice
Come to wash it down
And how ringed was that smoke
That rose when you spoke
Spilled from the ash
That hadn’t yet burned out
But remember that bull you pulled
Shot through the throat
The boy who now stands before your grave
Well he’s still got that voice
That made such a noise
And brought you down to Earth and Consequence
And please tell me how we know
When it’s time to go
And how will you know
When it’s time to wait
How’d you get that evil grin
Spin right over again
And laugh into the face
Of old Death’s doorway
But how ’bout we run to the field
Where the flagstones they all yield
The force to turn a whole damn river South
There is no winding road
That dips high and low
And leads you back to Earth and Consequence
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The Pica Beats Lyrics – Earth And Consequence