Текст песни The Cradle

Fat, stoned hearts bleed for rent;
melt down tv's, and pawn off old pants.
And worry too much, "Should I curb my past?"
If you've never had it done,
we pray it happens to you fast.

Even though, it is tacky.
I deserve eternal laughing.
So I walk into the stable,
burn what I am able then I run with the cradle.

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so you can take nothing.
If it's not deserved what would you do?
Put voodoo on your man.
Put something on my head.

Even now, I am thinking.
And all the while, I can leave with it.
So I walk into the stable,
take what I have paid for then I run with the cradle.

So, I scream until I'm stable.
Walk when I am able then I talk with the cradle of love.