Hang the Expense

Single by Brendan Bonsack He brings a painting of a flower To hook upon the wall In the café, buys a coffee It will probably never sell But he loves it It reminds him of someone God will be calling him soon To do the bidding of men Ten thousand eyes For a single tooth For the King says For the Rich say Hang the expense He makes a pastry for the painter He says it's on the house Just how his mother made them And the pumpkins are in season Smell the spices in the oven That is love God will be calling him soon To do the bidding of men Ten thousand eyes For a single tooth For the King says For the Rich say Hang the expense He reads the paper To his father At the table by the door Two pits behind his glasses And he doesn't really talk Describes the colours Counts the petals In the flower on its hook Skipping over pages God will be calling him soon To do the bidding of men Ten thousand eyes For a single tooth For the King says For the Rich say Hang the expense For notes and lyrics, visit brendanbonsack.com/songs/hang-the-expense © Brendan Bonsack 2024