Quail And Dumplings - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

Holes in our ceiling, holes in our roof

Hope that we’ve got it made have gone in a poof

When we gonna be turnin the tide

When we gonna see we got god on our side

Quail and dumplings down to the end

God and her minions as our bosom friends

We got empty tummies but it won’t always be

One day it’s gonna be quail and dumplings for we

Too big our slippers too small our bed

Too bent our bosom and too broke our head

We must tip the bottom in order to rise

Find peace in a hobble to find home in the skies

And i a woman and you a man

Why wait for someday, why make a plan

Fuck birds in the bushes let’s take 'em in hand

Weather ain’t judgment and money ain’t love

The crimes of a criminal ain’t doubt from above

I’ll hold your hand and we’ll say it’s enough

Satisfied minds clean hearts and clean tongues