Hymn: Ivory Elder
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Father, oh dear Father won’t you come in from the cold?
I can hear the drunks in the background & it’s getting kind of old
Oh Father won’t you come in from the cold?
Someday when I’m older I’ll be eating these here words
The grand scheme closes in on me, sobriety grows blurred
Oh Father I’ll be eating these here words
And I know that the poison clouds the screams & the noise & we nearly got away this time but you cannot escape these problems
But these so called heroes are all so delirious that they’ll never get away this time
Giving up giving up is our only crime
Softly longing for a hero in a life of living hard
Tinkling the ivories in an elephant graveyard
Oh Father won’t you stop living so hard?
