Holes in Good

I just put money down on the estate
The pendulum had me by the eighth
There's more river here than there ever was there
And there's gates near the holes where the mob was scared

Hidden in the pile there's the face of an angel
Hidden in the heart there's something painful
Scratchy little strokes, it's a hateful little painting
Bringing the blues back to your little fucking rainbow

Down where the fish tall, found bubbles full of steam
There's a castle, there's a bag, there's a licking in a scream
There's a steeple, pencil, and a puzzle and a prize
There's hair like the nile, whatever that means

It's 10:00 AM, they started the flags
Tied bodies to chains, it's such a drag
There's palettes of pills to smile the slag
There's too many hearts broken on that rag

She's smoking eyeballs from a cannon
She poured four clovers in a canyon
She'll take every nail just to fill the good
Like every good little fucking girl should