hymn #101

Singer:ballroom thieves, the

yeah i've come to know the wishlist of my father

i've come to know the shipwrecks where he wished

i've come to wish aloud

among the over-dressed crowd

come to witness now the sinkin of the ship

throwin pennies from the sea top next to it

and i've come to roam the forest past the village

with a dozen lazy horses and my cart

i've come here to get high

to do more than just get by

i've come to test the timbre of my heart

yeah

i've come to test the timber of my heart

and i've come to be untroubled in my seeking

and i've come to see that nothing is for naught

i've come to reach out blind

to reach forward and behind

for the more i seek

the more i'm sought

yes

the more i seek

the more i'm sought

and i've come to meet the sheriff and his posse

to offer him the broadside of my jaw

i've come here to get broke

and then maybe bum a smoke

we'll go drinkin two towns over after all

oh

we'll go drinkin two towns over after all

and i've come to meet the legendary takers

i've only come to ask them for a lot

oh

they say i come with less

than i should rightfully possess

i say the more i buy

the more i'm bought

and the more i'm bought the less i cost

and i've come to take their servants and their surplus

and i've come to take their raincoats and their speed

i've come to get my fill

to ransack and spill

i've come to trade the harvest for the seed

yeah

i've come to trade the harvest for the seed

and i've come to know the manger that you sleep in

i've come to be the stranger that you keep

i've come from down the road

and my footsteps never slowed

before we met

i knew we'd meet

yes

before we met

i knew we'd meet

and i've come here to ignore your cries and heartaches

and i've come to closely listen to you sing

i've come here to insist

that i leave here with a kiss

i've come to say exactly what i mean

and i mean so many things

and you've come to know me stubborn as a butcher

and you've come to know me thankless as a guest

so will you recognize my face

when god's awful grace

it strips me of my jacket and my vest

and reveals all the treasure in my chest