Texty:
Murder By Death Good Morning Magpie

I been down on my luck, been down too long this time I drank up to the bottom 'til I found myself there too And the taste of defeat has never been so

bay You're the needle in the hay I'll take you with a steady hand Make the seam reborn The rip will be sewn up again By the same hand that had it torn

I traveled so long, traveled so long 'Til I was cold, cold as stone My whiskers are gray, they reach to the ground My bird's bones make a hollow sound

yours too, son You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day Time has a way of breaking you down Piece by

Meet me in the valley See me pass on the street You'll find me in the garden Trampled flowers 'neath my feet The oceans will seethe And have no reprieve

know You pressed your face against her headstone Offered up a prayer for others like her The trees were bare when mama left us Now they bloom and fruit On Sunday morning

Ive been down on my luck Been down too long this time Ive drank em to the bottom Til I found myself there too And the taste of defeat Had never been

darkness at bay You're the needle In the hay I'll take you with a steady hand Make the seam reborn The rip will be sewn up again By the same hand that

I traveled so long Traveled so long Til I was cold Cold as stone My whiskers are grey They reach to the ground My bird's bones Make a hollow sound I