The Mall And Misery

4/4 beat, 137 rpm, Use your intuition, it's all you've got, eys are rare and there's a thousand locks Standing in your way, so goes the gold age of your tired life Digging for a way, you cast a spell, carve a path from all the things they sell But they don't let go, just thought you should know, keys are rare I know what I know would not fill a thimble So let your mind go straight down the wrong way Does one want to get more used to The mall and misery, the dead mouths it costs to be alive Oh she lies half burning from the biting cold, if only to learn what you've never been told There's a real world, somewhere a good girl lives and breathes Part of her opened the callow mind, ideas stolen in the morning tide There's a dark time, this is your dark rhyme, feel your heart I know what I know would not fill a thimble So let my mind go straight down the wrong way Does one want to get more used to The mall and misery, the dead mouths it costs to be alive