Drooler - Palehound

I rest

My peace

My hands

Have gotten muddy

Slimy, bloody

In my only vice in this calls question to what’s cruel

My only hopes in this call question to what’s cool

My lonely heart’s been busy aching for a drooler

No foolers for me

Stand near

And vandalise my body if it helps you sleep soundly

Keeling over, peeling all the bark off of a tree

Skinless sizer, won’t you find a little place for me

'Cause my lonely heart’s been busy aching for some shelter

No pelters for me

Stand near

And vandalise my body if it helps you sleep soundly