Welcome Throw

Written by：Cohen Smith

Hey there crispy older man

Do you see anything that worries you

There's an abscess but no scripture in your hand

Not a bloody rag to cover you

Said you need a ticket

'Cause you're not on show

But the ticket man said he's got to go

To find my disease

And test this carnival rain

It's shifting through me again

Though it's been a fine time

To be with you

Won't you correct this frame

And it seemed to me as I fell down today

That I swallowed

I swallowed this thing alone

And it came to me through all you heavy days

That you wanted

You wanted to be alone

Hey there do you see the younger man

Would you share the things that came to you

There's a recess but no anger in his hand

Not a dirty man to comfort you

Said you need forgiveness

It's a welcome throw

But the ticket man says he's got to know

Where I've been called

And through what changes I've run

Through indiscretions I've come

Though it's been a long time since I've seen you

Won't you come end this one

And it seemed to me as I fell down today

That I swallowed

I swallowed this thing alone

And it came to me through all you heavy days

That you wanted

You wanted to be alone