Fleet Foxes Icicle Tusk song lyrics

I'll shoot you dead

For the father

Of the coal miner's daughter

Beneath the icicle tusk

You and me among the flattering dusk

In my haste I draw my weapon

Designing your final lesson

As you recede to the floor

All is silent but the fluttering door

Twenty-five grand on the table

Of the high wall street stable

I'm not responsible for

The reputation of the

Neighborhood whore

But I'm a keyhole peeker

And you're my surveilance keeper

And though my memory rusts

I will always see the icicle tusk

And I must admit

That it gets lonesome on my shelf

This much I can tell

This much I can tell