Pickpocket

[Verse 1: Cedric Bixler] In the humble stench of nativity Hummed the smell of television snow A faint S.O.S. flickering Riding on the coattails of your ground zero [Chorus 1] Neighborhood footprints ingrown The daylight savings time will never know Of this alabaster cold [Verse 2] Your lovers quarrel ended up in a crawlspace Dental identities will tell us apart Teeth marked and bounded with sighs Step into my parlor said the spider to the fly [Chorus 2] Stable hoofed footprints ingrown Cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms Of this alabaster cold [x3] Ingrown! Ingrown! [x2] [Bridge] [Repeated] More caliber per capita Ingrown! Ingrown! [Partial Chorus] [Chorus 3] Breakfast table search team implodes The milk cartons that pour will never know Of this alabaster cold