Lenders In The Temple Lyrics - Conor Oberst - Conor Oberst

A short delay, 

The parrot blues 

Little voices mimic you 

It's not so hard to make that sound 

So watch your back, 

The Ides of March 

Cut your hair like Joan of Arc 

Disguise your will 

They'll find you out 

And when they do, 

Look out 

There's money lenders inside the temple 

That circus tiger's gonna break your heart 

Something so wild turned into paper 

If I loved you, well that's my fault 

A bitch in heat, 

The alpha male 

Not something she'd ever tell 

Except when she got deathly high 

And out it came, 

Like summer rain 

Washed the cars and everything 

Felt clean for just a little while 

A telethon, 

We drove down 

The starving children they ain't got no mother 

There's pink flamingos living in the mall 

I'd give a fortune to your infomercial 

If somebody would just take my call 

Take my call 

Take my call 

Hello, 

Patterns in my mind now moving slow 

Sorrow all across the surface roads 

Smoothing out the edges of the stone 

The lights are out, where'd everybody go? 

Alone 

Erase yourself and you'll be free 

Mendula destroyed by the sea 

All we are is colored sand 

So pay to ride the ferris wheel 

Smile, all that you can feel 

Is gratitude for what has been 

Cause it did not, 

Happen 

There's money lenders inside the temple 

That circus tiger's gonna break my heart 

Something so wild turned into paper 

If you loved me, then that's your fault 

There's money lenders inside the temple 

This crystal city's gonna fall apart 

When all their power turns into vapor 

If I miss you well that's my fault 

That's my fault 

That's my fault