Hum - Adult Jazz
The police are gonna wound me
And the minister will heal me
But I think he'll do it equally
Violently
Should I ask him to
Should I ask him to
Should I ask him to
Should I ask him to
Only one Only one
Will lay claim to me
Only one Only one
Will choicelessly be song
Police say no
Police say no
Police say no
Police say no
I cannot spare a thought
I cannot spare a thought
Spare though spare thought
Spare thought
Was I born a roach
A belly-crawling grub
Just as I suppose
I hear a holy hum of:
Dust thy essence off
You are gladly so
You are biting none
Softest teeth I know
It's in the artist soul
It fits there I should know
In all my decent days
It was in every one
A love that isn't waiting
A love that isn't waiting
On my shook soul
At the nave and at the navel
Him I know doing know
Been a little leaden lately
He can't bite down on my soul
At least he eats the bread crumbs
That I throw
Lay loose - it's all I'd ever do
Forever Forever
God loves the aching ones
He loves the aching ones
Police said they'd cut things off
Am I an aching one
It's a limb that I'd like to offer
It's a limb that I'd like to lose
I don't care about fools and father
It's a lib that I'd like to lose
