Текст песни Clutch - 06 - The Regulator

I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home,
and though I feel like crying I swear tonight I'll cry no more
How many times have I prayed that I would get lost along the way?
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.
The Regulator, swinging pendulum.
Come with me and walk the longest mile.
Is his wallet leather? Is his wallet fat?
For not one year later it's got you lying on your back.
You should have closed your windows and got another dog.
You should have chained up all the doors
and switched up all the locks.
How many times have I prayed that the angels would speed me away?