Icicle Tusk
Icicle Tusk: Unveiling Silent Stories of Love and Loss
Lyrics
I'll shoot you dead for the father
I am willing to use deadly force on behalf of the father
Of the coal miner's daughter
Specifically, the father of the coal miner's daughter
Beneath the icicle tusk
Underneath the icicle tusk
You and me among the flattering dusk
You and I amidst the flattering dusk
In my haste I draw my weapon
In my hurry, I draw my weapon
Designing your final lesson
Creating the final lesson for you
As you recede to the floor
As you fall to the ground
All is silent but the fluttering door
All is quiet except for the fluttering door
Twenty-five grand on the table
$25,000 on the table
Of the high wall street stable
From the high Wall Street stable
I'm not responsible for
I am not accountable for
The reputation of the neighborhood whore
The reputation of the neighborhood prostitute
But I'm a keyhole peeker
I am a peeper through keyholes
And you're my surveillance keeper
And you are the one who keeps me under surveillance
And though my memory rusts
Even though my memory may deteriorate
I will always see the icicle tusk
I will always remember the icicle tusk
And I must admit
I must confess
That it gets lonesome on my shelf
It becomes lonely on my shelf
This much I can tell
This is what I can share
This much I can tell
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