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twenty minutes - the size queens lyrics

i called all the gods of the salvation army
i called all the gods of goodwill
i assembled them
and i said: “for the sake of everyone that you’ve taken
give me twenty minutes
to bring them back”
and let me walk with them
to their oldest sorrow
and give them a few minutes to collect their things
whatever they left behind
it’s not much
what they want to take to the other side
oh, it’s really not anything
a couple of photographs, some new syringes
stolen piece of jewelery, some cutlery
just a few things to take
to take to the other side

now when king tut was buried
well i don’t know, i didn’t see the exhibit
but i know there was a lot of stuff packed in it
a lot of stuff that was buried by his side
and his trusted help to make it an easier ride

and it’s all about the transitions
so i ask the gods to come and listen
just let them have their twenty minutes
to enjoy that last high
to enjoy that last high
won’t you give them all just twenty more minutes?
to walk that up that old stairwell
without some shadow hanging overhead
won’t you let them walk back up that stairwell?
remember how it felt to slip their key inside?
oh, none of them had so very much
don’t be so stingy with your touch
don’t be so stingy with your touch
’cause none of them had so very much
don’t be so stingy with your love
it only takes a little love to get by
whatever’s on the other side
if there’s guardians or demons
give ’em what they need to get through the gates
i don’t know if they’re electric gates
or if that’s where everyone waits
i don’t know if there’s some kind of password
or if someone sits behind a stone wall
just a set of eyes behind two brick holes
won’t you give them back a little more time?
all the time that they had to stand in line
waiting on their benefits
oh, they’re wondering about their benefits
selling their food stamps for some dimes
selling their blood for nothing
now they don’t have to do any of that
since they won’t be coming back
since they won’t be coming back

oh, what if they need their pots and pans?
i hear they don’t need them there
they only have to open up their hands

twenty minutes, twenty minutes
to listen to the songs they loved
and if someone loved them let them hear it
just one song that they loved

and if they had a claim, let them claim it
if someone was unnamed, let them name it
oh, maybe it was just a child
maybe it was just a child

and the ferrier, and the ferrier
of souls
i hope he accepts penny rolls
and if he doesn’t, maybe an old fast pass
just let them pass these bony doors
or maybe it’s just a bricked up wall
with two eyes in a hole
two eyes that look into your soul
maybe it’s a woman in a veil
sitting at the top of a mountain
you go crawling up there
you were expecting a fountain
you go crawling up there
don’t go expecting her to care
twenty minutes, twenty minutes
twenty minutes, twenty minutes
don’t be so stingy with your time
and so hungry for mine
don’t be so stingy with your time
and so hungry for mine

[shaman interference]

i am the god of permission
and you are my somethings [?]
i say, we say
we
moth people, snake people, dark [?]
we
bohemians walking on millenial fingers [?]
our bodies pierced, tattooed, martyred, scarred
our skin covered with hieroglyphs and flaming questions
we
living museum of modern oddities and sacred monsters
we
gatos cromados y chucas niova rocas (?)
we
indomitable drag queens
transcendental putas
waiting for love and better conditions in the shade
we
l*sting for otherness
we
subject matter of fringe documentaries
the hollywood refused me
the greaser bandits and holy outlaws of advanced capitalism
we
without guns, without biholes (?)
we
who never pay
who never pray to the police or to the army
we
who never kiss the hand of a bishop or a curator
we
who barter and exchange favors and talismans
we
who still believe in community
a different kind of community
a much stranger and wider community
we
community of illness, madness and descent
community of h*rny angels and tender demons
we
frail and defiant
permanently outraged but always tender
we shape your desire while you contract our services
i am the god of permission
and you have twenty minutes to do
whatever the h*ll you want

- the size queens lyrics

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