MOG

Burned my eyes
Above my head
And if we had a child I'd like a son

Not a daughter
I buy the drinks at the bar
I sing some songs, have a friend
Today the sunset
I know how to speak
To talk like dirt
Some like their water shallow
While you pull your hair out
With a noose around my feet
With my north star
The clouds conspire
Say I wish he was dead
To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy
There ain't no other language
'Cause she'd be just like you

To love yo like tar

I overheard them
Today the sunset
I overheard them
And in the next room I hear someone cry
Say I wish he was dead
I'm no builder, I'm no gardener
I like to dress up like the jury

Burned my eyes
And I don't beg, I pay, I don't barter
Who's a photographer
Tied to the bottom
See you tomorrow
And I like mine deep
But never fall in too fast
Above my head
You know that would not do
The clouds conspire