Little Italy (Acoustic)

Left wing, savoir faire Ageing flicks of my thin brown hair Like an elegy, soaking me, Drenched in the language of social mobility, But I don't seem to mind The gruesome link between People and time; It's an enemy, telling me The wheels of profit Are circling in the opposite.

Life don't animate - Just creeps up on you slowly. Surely, holy water Flows as normal water does? Life don't animate - Just creeps up on you slowly. In Little Italy, I re-adhere.

Sojourn in my guilt, Wrestle words as the apostrophes wilt, Let the elegiac question why Accidents happen or the well will dry. So come, kill me quick, Tie me down To an anodyne drip, To the will of god, And the people with sticks; For filled with the shrill They show much better that

Life don't animate - Just creeps up on you slowly. Surely, holy water Flows as normal water does? Life don't animate - Just creeps up on you slowly. Surely, holy water Flows as normal water does? In Little Italy, I re-adhere. In Little Italy, I re-adhere. In Little Italy...