Lyrics:
quoins chimney- breath are HOUSE joists arches wainscot shafts We rise Usher kin-posts piers stairs parapets ridge-ribs spandrels banister
everything Everything but no threats Illa like I'm from Du Quoin Illa like I need ER Illa like from Illinois Somebody sound the alarm Somebody sound the alarm
kept your coin but the quoins won't keep, and all I know is leaving me -that firry sword's cleft everything! Though somewhere between 12 and 1 out from
They be like Quoin how you get like this How you stay humble when you got big drip Cause it ain't for the show it's for purpose I'm aiming this Bible
And the huge ruts of the ebb-tide Flow away in a circle toward the east Toward the pillars of the forest Toward the shafts of the jetty Whose quoins are
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