No Claws - Holy Sons

Rush off to work again

Pushing off that mean last stair

Got a lotta streets to pound, my head’s turned down

Legs know the path and I wear a frown

If there is too much stress, my liver cleans up the mess

It’s just another dusty mop, when your weapons drop

If you tip back too much and your night watch stops

I’m vulnerable to the thieves and all the other scum on the street

Don’t you know there ain’t no claws I’m searching for

There ain’t no laws I’m searching for

There ain’t no spells I’m searching for

There ain’t no clause that I’m under to harness my mind

Too much comfort dulls the mind

Shovels soil I hoped to find

Feelings cold on mind controlled

Wasted life on the blind

Cover dust over my name

I’ll never pass this way again

Change my walk, lose their trail

History written, never mailed

Too much comfort dulls the mind

Shovels soil I hoped to find

Feelings cold on mind controlled

Wasted life on the blind

Cover dust over my name

I’ll never pass this way again…