Текст песни Bed To The Bills - Subtle
Day
day
day
day...
Day
day
day
day...
The
next
day
The
exact
same
nurse
is
standing
with
her
back
to
me
at
every
last
Every
last
passing
bus
stop
(x4)
Only
this
time,
what
looks
like
a
small
stack
of
bills
with
bat
wings
Hovering
just
beside
her
They're
bound
together
by
a
narrow
wishbone,
Beneath
it
rests
a
large
[bowl
full,
bowl
full
of
some]
Indifferent
fruit
waxen
looking
still
Atop
a
three
quarter
length
corinthian
column
To
the
left,
is
a
rather
fit
"right"
woman's
left
leg,
Buried
thigh
deep
in
the
hallowed
and
wood-chip
topped
bus
stop
grounds
The
planted
lady's
leg
looking
clean
shaven
and
hot
Sweat
beading
up
about
its
calf
in
the
black
avenue
amplified
sun
An
eye
blue
high
heel
jut
in
full
bloom
on
its
visible
end
And
so
you
get
off
To
find
two
suits
arguing
silent
Before
a
double-parked
and
obviously
unmarked
cop
car
The
blown-up
head
flesh
of
two
big
business
men,
a-hover
above
them
A
good
foot
or
two
of
twine
dangling
from
their
tied
off
throats,
Running
down
into
their
hollowed
dress
shirt
collar
mouths
You
over
hear
them
mutter
something
serious
about
The
second
hand
emotion
And
then
comes
something
like
semi-poetic
directions
A
ways
down
commerce.
then
turn,
dead
straight
into
ashe
And
so
you
walk,
Predicting
all
possible
presents
in
ever
to
bits,
and
back
From
the
bed
to
the
bills
you
see
nothing
but
Pit
within
(x10)
So
long
gone
(x8)
From
the
bed
to
the
bills
you
see
nothing
but
pit
within
pit
And
an
undeniable
feeding
[on
you]
(X5)
From
the
bed
to
the
bills
you
see
nothing
but
pit
within
pit
And
more
this
A
honey
smothered
hand
gun
all
covered
in
ants,
Trembles
on
a
three
quarter
length
corinthian
column
(X15)
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