The Way To Go Out (3 23) Lyrics - Hunters And Collectors

Well, the air was so light, it fell like a feather 

Fell down upon the land where the people walked 

Well, I ran and I ran from one house to another 

I sweated out the fear that the boss, God taught 

I saw a rusty old woman giving birth in the gutter 

I went down upon my knees when the little tacker talked 

And the way to go out was in a bottle of fear 

In a body of anger and a gut full of beer 

And Mt, Nameless was listening 

Listening, listening, listening 

Mt, Nameless was listening 

Well, her hair was so light, it fell like a feather 

Fell down upon the line in the people's court 

And she walked though the door with her hands tied together 

Spitting on the faces that the boss, God bought 

And that rusty old woman's giving birth in the gutter 

I went down upon my knees when the little tacker talked 

And Mt, Nameless was listening 

Listening, listening, listening 

Mt, Nameless was listening 

And the way to go out 

The way to go out 

The way to go out 

The way to go out was clear