It's getting much later
Tender is the mangle
Pinch the weeping Willie
It's painful, it's certain
Are staring through our backs
Our leaves start to spin
To call on choked remains
Behold and you know everyone's a ringer
Each every stinking day
So check behind the ancient speaker
To grow is not to grind
The kids out in the street
This house is not alone
The guy on the cross is holier than I
Turns the plates until they're rounded
I wish I heard your radio
For all our massive brains
And garnished with some crushed pecans
This night's little up-setter
That something's bound to break
I'm kicking 'round here somewhere
(Inside)
To call on choked remains
Gets closer to the ground
Take their toys and break them
For all our little pain
To mope is not to mind
There's cattle tied with a a chain
Earthen legs and honey mustard
The dirt on the tracks
It's painful, it's certain
That something's bound to break
Has hardened into clusters
The old cap, the geezer
Look at them, then walk away
Like painful southern bliss pured upon like caramel
He's not even a very good singer
I know it's dumb but sometimes I'm silly
The world goes away
Wishing you had half a brain
(Tonight)
(Inside)
The people in the rain
But then again he's made from plastic
The whole that you know
I crawl out of the rain
For all our massive brains
The science diet the ivory tangle
The 15 second teaser
Think of me as fetal
Closer to that thing you found
A storm is closing in
I'm getting much better
