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


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