Bargaining from Stacy by Anthony and the Mountain

I stand in a foot of dirty water
taking myself to task
I look down the curve of the western shoulder
light up with a permanent gash
one foot fall to the fire to the failure
or reasoning through the glass
its one dry branch, dry stream to the river
well lift our throats when the heaviness comes to pass

its the bargaining
in this wicked world
its the bargaining
this stillborn precious ore
its a virus on hold with
a lot of dead cell phone
mixed up batteries
sifted in the backyard
a lot of fresh misery

you stand at the foot of a golden altar
hoarding that rental ash
I crush my meds on a dollar fragment
firming up for the past
one crow calls the scene to the another, yeah
cocking their beaks to bless
in dropped dial tones, dial free we're American
god I wish you nothing but viciousness

its the bargaining
in this wicked world
its the bargaining
this stillborn precious ore
its a virus on hold with
a lot of dead cell phone
mixed up batteries
sifted in the backyard
a lot of fresh misery

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