Josephs Crying by The Gromble Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ships sank and humans all just drank them away
It's a photograph of open mouths and nothing to say
Head was spinning, she'd be pinning all his fingers into knots
Walking backwards, smoking plastic in the parking lot

[Pre-Chorus]
If you do not know how to burn
You're gonna get yourself burned
If you do not know how to burn
You're gonna

[Chorus]
Set him up for the firing range
Add it up, it's all just pocket change
In the clutch of a maid
Who is much too busy getting what she wanted
She can't hide it

[Post-Chorus]
Can't hide
Can't hide, yeah
[Verse 2]
And what he heard from the lips of a saint
Each fingertip would paint a picture to leave that boy insane
He knows that a moment's only worth memories
He can't pay her for salvation
No, this one's for free

[Pre-Chorus]
If you do not know how to burn
You're gonna get yourself burned
If you do not know how to burn
You're gonna get yourself
If you do not know how to burn
You're gonna get yourself burned
If you do not know how to burn
You're gonna

[Chorus]
Set him up for the firing range
Add it up, it's all just pocket change
In the clutch of a maid
Who can't afford the time to think the morning in her eyes
'Cause we're all hiding

[Post-Chorus]
We're all hiding
We're all hiding
We're all hiding
We're all hiding