Neat Little Rows Lyrics

My high priestess folded neatly Back in your box, oh Lord Called the song, he sang so sweetly Back in your box, oh Lord
Found myself astride a tiger Lifting my head just like you said Drown me now in down of eider Get me to bed, oh Lord
Lay my bones in cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows Lay my bones in cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows
Angels and idols spiraling wild Winding your necks, oh Lord Landed gentry ride up behind me Winding your necks, oh Lord
Smokey progress, back-room sages Let me back in, pull back the pin 'Cause now I follow sewn up pages Can't read the text, oh no
Lay my bones in cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows Lay my bones in cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows
In the house where they grew up There were secrets and the saints That the eyes that [Incomprehensible] Would give anything to the [Incomprehensible] The picture they're counting your fingers Waiting for the focus of your eyes
Oh no, don't play fingers Fingers are for pointing at the sky Oh no, don't play fingers Fingers are for pointing at the sky
Lay my bones in cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows Lay my bones in cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows