"Sweet Year Old" lyrics - SHUDDER TO THINK

The fools are slow to leave so the angels aren't scared anymore
And while they don't quite rush in
Well well well
They move at a comfortable
Clip and they may never leave
Will she ever live?

Down down they all file down
They all file
Fools gold rush in

Get up and go dear
I'm hard of heart
Get up and bring me the heart of
A sweet year old