Letras:Conor Oberst. Money Lenders.

short delay the parrot blues
little voices mimicking, it's not so hard to make that sound, so watch your back, the Ides of March, cut your hair like Joan of Arc, disguise your will, they'll find you out,
and when they do...
look at her

there's money lenders inside the temple
the circus tiger's gonna break your heart
something so wild turned into paper
if I loved you, well that's my fault

pitchin heat, the alpha male, not something she'd ever tell, except when she got deathly high, and out it came like summer rain, washed the cars and everything, felt clean for just a little while

the telephone, we drunk dialed
the starving children ain't got no mother
there's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
if just somebody would just take my call
take my call,
take my call,
hello?
patterns in my mind now moving slow
sorrow all across the surface rolls
smoothing out the edges of the stone
the lights are out where'd everybody go?
hello?

erase yourself and you'll be free
( ) destroyed by the sea
all we are is colored sand
so pay to ride the ferris wheel
smile all that you can feel is gratitude for what has been
cuz it did not happen

there's money lenders inside the temple
the circus tiger's gonna break my heart
something so wild turned into paper
If i loved you, well that's my fault

there's money lenders inside the temple
this crystal city's gonna fall apart
when all their power turns into paper
If I loved you well that's my fault
well that's my fault
well that's my fault