Balm of Gilead - Iceage

Finish up mama, you vicious carnivore

It’s all been taken care of, the settlement, the score

They’ve had it up to here with us, we’re out of this canteen

I always beg to differ when I don’t know what they mean

Lord, I’m, I stir and can’t believe

Been here for a quarter a century

Soft becomes hot money

Sent out for a colored stoney and I need it

Grasping for the balm of Gilead

The house, wings

In madness and in lost decree

Oh I, I got even

Grasping for the balm of

Growin' out of my head are pulsating cuts, combs

The fluid makes the background pale, it’s too across the home

Quiver in the cradle, borrow if it’s too less

Keep it goin' to a cardiac arrest

Lord, I’m, I stir and can’t believe

Been here for a quarter a century

Soft becomes hot money

Sent out for a colored stoney and I need it

Grasping for the balm of Gilead

The house, wings

In madness and in lost decree

Oh I, I got even

Grasping for the balm of Gilead