The Tundra Toes - Local Meat Lyrics

There's an ice pick tappin' on a tin roof, baby
There's a woman with a gun in the air
And she's askin' for the time now, baby
Through the chorus of streetlights
"Man," said, "I've been twistin' arms for so many years
"And they've been talk-talk-talkin' about
The hand of Christ intervening
But I swear up until now I ain't seen it"
And so that pauper gasped, said
"Oh my, my-my-my-my, my god
I have a history of burying lovers"
And as my heartbeat snapped
I started falling to submission
So I jumped up and screamed
And I flattened like a fish
They've been talk-talk-talkin' about
The hand of Christ intervening
But I swear up until now I ain't seen nothin'
And so I made a career
Of smearing tar and throwing feathers
And distilling antivenom
From the words in love letters
It's versatile, my friend
'Cause I've been painting seven faces
I can glue on a stick
To keep me covered just in case
Been talk-talk-talkin' about
The hand of Christ intervening
But I swear up until now I ain't seen it