Geologist

Too many fingers for dirty work Too many legs to run (Splayed out in the sun) Too many eyes in the back of my head When the morning comes (Splayed out in the sun) I wish we were fish; I wish women were giants And men were just hangers-on (Splayed out in the sun) And I wish we had sclera as black as night We'd be worthy of greeting the dawn (Splayed out in the sun) I think my teeth are strong enough now To bite through a gatling gun (Splayed out in the sun) And my breath, it burns enough now That no one can tell when I'm drunk (Splayed out in the sun) Nothing feels new anymore There's no thrill, no lust, no want (Splayed out in the sun) Just this chance to steal from the mountain The mountain, my usual haunt Splayed out in the sun The sound just splits my ears The wind across the stone The sound just splits my ears But you don't hear so You, you are history repeating You reap what you sow, you grind, you grow God is in control, now the earth demands seeding And I have no blood left for bleeding There's love for us both beneath the blow We will never know, you are mine for the keeping, so glow And no, nothing's left to believe in Just sawdust and snow to seal the hole God cannot console, busy chasing the heathens And yet I still pray for the healing The promise of gold just past the knoll Funny how we flow from the ground to the ceiling Like souls