Unique Gold of My World

Okay

It’s biting, oh, oh, ah

Unique gold of my world
Curse of God
Unique gold of my world
Curse of God

Let me talk about the tax
I bit my lip over on the staircase
When my tongue rolls out the knot
It drips and starves until it’s through
Make the cut
Let it grow, let it grow
And form the medicine
Form the medicine

Some people cut themselves to get medicine
Some people...

Nearer now to you
Nearer now to you
Nearer now to you
Nearer now to you
My mess is all else
My mess is all else
My mess is all else
My mess is all else
In evening lightlessness
In evening lightlessness
I have been compressed
Much of the time
And silver...