The Primitives lyrics

by

Mark Lanegan


[Verse 1]
Forget your family son
The face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks, and pain

[Verse 2]
You wonder how it should be
You wonder how it should go
Then deny no loathsome thing
Hands beyond hands beyond oblivion swing

[Verse 3]
Forget your yesterdays son
The face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks, and pain
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