St Michael

Im learning prophecy from michael, mick and Kay
I asked Joe how he felt,
Not much, Im Happy
Im Happy now
The day we died in lower school
Playing gut feeling in the music room
The day I died well i felt so cool
Playing gut feeling
I can taste blood in my mouth
I can taste blood in my mouth
I can taste blood in my mouth
I can taste blood in my mouth
I see all the terrible things
I see all the terrible things
I see mums cancer
Car accidents
I see Joe alone
Waiting on results
I connie in a primal rage
Lucy lost her spark
As his washed up grin walks, walks
Back up the drive
I guess theres nothing more for me to do
Except carry on downing listerine
I can taste blood in my mouth
I can taste blood in my mouth
I can taste blood in my mouth
I can taste blood in my mouth
Well ill miss you peter and ill miss you sylvia
And ill miss all the times i couldn't fix your printer
But just before you go
I thought you ought to know
I stole all the coppers from your charity box