The Old Law - Father John Misty
Lyrics by：Josh Tillman
Composed by：Josh Tillman
Arranged by：Drew Erickson
Produced by：Josh Tillman/Drew Erickson
In my death mask and my mismatched soot
I pilate chop yore cross the stage
I met a musing gospel
In the bath a tic mid its way
Into my read ilked Braine
The drinks had martyred lunch effectively
Before I even rose to speak
Don't wanna dis-anoint the campaign but
Jesus lives on me
Wren free
Oh
A man's life
God's trash
There's no law but the old law baby
Petitfour
Nothing dies
'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze
Year Zero in the summertime
Year Zero in the summertime
Pick me to sling your widdle clot bled dry
In your Matty-Mac-Beau-Harry guise
Oh I left you for the honey
Couldn't try to you if I lied
Iffy lye
A man's life
Gods trash
There's no law but the old law baby
Petitfour
Nothing dies
'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze
God said no
I said “twice”
Cmon big man
Won't you make me?
Year Zero in the summertime
Year Zero in the summertime
Year Zero in the summertime
Bagmember
Slaycation
Hal Ashby
Fast fashion
