Glory Box
Echoing all I see
I stand alone
All I've known
Overthrown
Come take a hand
Would you grace a tired man
Slip through my skin
Nowhere I can follow him
I laid it all before your feet
Instate your wings to fly
I never thought to question why
Fade into sleep
I won't fall in too deep
Faith to remind
All that's left I've left behind
You meet with all that you desire
A perfect place to be
Don't cry for those you cannot see
Cry
Glaze over me
Echoing all I see
Slip through my skin
Houseboy
Could you go to the grocery store?
I need pop tarts and orange soda
You can drive the Mercedes
If you say pretty please
You can sleep in my bed tonight
But you better not have dirty feet
And I don't like talking after I fool around
I just like to sleep
Could you go to the drug store?
I need Advil and Robitussin and condoms
Take out the trash, give the dog a bath
Do the dishes and fix the leak in the kitchen
Little white boy, would you be my slave?
Little white boy, would you be my slave?
Little white boy, would you be my slave?
Little white boy, would you be my slave?
Little white boy, you make a great slave
Little white boy, you make a great slave