Black Gel

Duration

3:37

Genres

Roots

Lyrics

Black Gel – William Mc Guffey Perry Burn a candle to thin out the slippery smoke And underneath you think you smell The nervous sweat of a ghost Pick your act Pick out your favorite clothes You picked your fight But you’re still black-eyed And bloody-nosed Which the hour in the real world is the normal-est of all? Take that one Sneak out back Then come in right through the front hall And there’s no one there But you to see it though Unless you’re gonna count the nervous ghost Keep it to yourself You’ve got the deadline met Try it on for size But don’t spend the money yet Shake your floppin’ hands Shake your tinglin’ fingertips Point the fan to send The night air up your slip Choose bark or bite Choose anything you know Prefer out of sight ‘til out of mind Warns morning below You can’t be seen from anywhere But that’s working both ways You can’t identify the threatening Sounds you’ve heard for days Hide your light Don’t walk around in shoes Sealed airtight Like the fist lost in the noose Keep it to yourself You got the complete set Try it on for size But don’t spend the money yet Keep it to yourself Try it on for size But don’t spend the money yet