Shiva With Dustpan

Lyrics for Shiva With Dustpan

I'm so rosy and it's a chore Still get my rocks off shooting stones A blank entry form reads like last rights Left Andalusia on totally fucked up terms So walk my cobbles And ash anywhere Shiva with dust pan Collect no fare Housekeeping For hard sleeping A diva with octaves Sings national prayer Nice digs you got here on hell's ocean shores Second hand smoke burning through the earth's core You gave birth inwards and you took another life Eyes roll to the back of my head To see a bank foreclosure inside Walk my cobbles And ash anywhere Shiva with dust pan Collect no fare Housekeeping For hard sleeping A diva with octaves Sings national prayer I cough up up a lung in a dry heat Drops from an ice house with the sands of impurity I carried a basket full of anything in arms reach Collector of denial, a postmark guarantee A fortnight take-home is a packet full of seeds Grows in my brain stem Pushing weeds of entropy Walk my cobbles And ash anywhere Shiva with dust pan Collect no fare Housekeeping For hard sleeping A diva with octaves Sings national prayer Sit up straight for a slouched ring burned into canvas Beg and choose in the land of opposition I declare a happy birthday to every mouth full of shit Willed a table for ten and put your feet up on it Walk my cobbles And ash anywhere Shiva with dust pan Collect no fare Housekeeping For hard sleeping A diva with octaves Sings national prayer Walk my cobbles And ash anywhere Shiva with dust pan Collect no fare Housekeeping For hard sleeping A diva with octaves Sings national prayer