Pilgrim Lyrics

On I plug

With frostbitten toes through the holiest stockings

And on I push

Dark night of the soul sure nothing beats walking

And on I strive

Hard gnarled gut sharp whinges and whines

And on for what?

With the bleating of sheep my feet come alive

Expire in the tropics

Hair blown dry on a hot breeze mottled and

Perspire in our yellowed shirts

Embittered as we break the summit

Sunk nights all bottles

Plump fingers locked we tandem vomit

Be there by tomorrow

Hole worn flip flop sand still on it

And on I strive

Hard gnarled gut sharp whinges and whines

And on for what?

With the bleating of sheep my feet come alive

Expire in the tropics

Hair blown dry on a hot breeze mottled and

Perspire in our yellowed shirts

Embittered as we break the summit

Sunk nights all bottles

Plump fingers locked we tandem vomit

Be there by tomorrow

Hole worn flip flop sand still on it

Expire in the tropics

Hair blown dry on a hot breeze mottled and

Perspire in our yellowed shirts

Embittered as we break the summit

Sunk nights all bottles

Plump fingers locked we tandem vomit

Be there by tomorrow

Hole worn flip flop sand still on it