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And in the skillet tallow sizzled, making pops like paradiddles

from Call me the priest, call me the doctor by High Five

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lyrics

Lick the oak and call the doctor
While i shed the angry sullen posture
And saddle corner running washer
Box my ears and call me the archer

My bow is made of flames
And the quiver is my last remains
And settles up into my skin
Waiting for a gelding win

Heavy up into the sky
I beat my mangled putrid eye
The expression of the angels ceased
To power wicked belting feats

Then horse took it upon himself
To wreath the addled peasant help
With the devils head and muscle shorn
I began to eat his evil born

His eyes looked took on an ugly flake
While he toppled back into the lake
And the screams came from all around
To see the horrid chaining sound

And in the skillet tallow sizzled making pops like paradiddles

Chewchain took the marrow loomed
And crashwall purred the crumbs in tombs

When they call they cannot stop you
Though they really really want to
Said the iron maskers pounding
On the door in crimson hacking

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from Call me the priest, call me the doctor, released March 12, 2024

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