Testo Milk Thistle

Milk Thistle, Milk Thistle
Let me down slow
Help me go slow; I've been carrying on.
I'm not scared of nothing
I'll go pound for pound
I keep death on my mind like a heavy crown.
If I go to Heaven, I'll be bored as hell.
Like the little baby at the bottom of the well.
Fairchild, Fairchild
How are you man?
Did you fix that storefront?
Did you start that band?
Don't be scared of nothing.
You go pound for pound,
You bring peace to midnight
Like a spotted owl
I'll be rooting for you, like my favorite team.
If somebody sweats you,
You just point them out to me.

All the sights and sounds
This little world's too crowded now And there's only one way out
An elevator ride
Through the tunnel towards the light
And I'm nowhere bound.
Keep going up and down; up and down.

Newspaper, Newspaper
Can't take no more.
You're here every morning
Waiting at my door
I'm just trying to kiss you
And you stab my eyes
Make me blue forever
Like and island sky
And I'm not pretending
That It's all okay
Just let me have my coffee
Before you take away the day.

Lazarus, Lazarus
Why all the tears?
Did your faithful chauffeur just disappear?
What a lonesome feeling
To be waiting around.
Like some washed up actress
In a tinsel town
But for the record,
I'd come to pick you up
We'll head for the ocean
Just say when you've had enough.

All the light and sound
This little world's too fragile now
And there's only one way out
But if you let me slide
I'll do my best to make things right
And I'm nowhere bound
Just going up and down; up and down.

Milk Thistle, Milk Thistle
Let me down slow.
Just help me go slow.
I've been hurrying on
I was poised for greatness
I was down and out
I keep death at my heels
Like a basset hound
If I go to Heaven, I'll be bored as Hell.
Like a crying baby
At the bottom of a well.