Why?
The Hollows
As I lay me down to fall asleep
with my demons dying and my pilot light weak,
I curse the last six months
I've been hiding behind a mustache, yeah. And to those last 10 years
I've been howling a paper moon. Well fuck you. This goes out to all my underdone and undertongued, long-longed frontment.
(This is what the ghost of someone's dad says)
And all us earth growths, some planted,
And some pulled
Shut up and put your money where your mouth is.)
You shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin,
an empty oyster shell, and celebrate the hollows.
This goes out to dirty dancing, cursing,
back-masking, back-slitting pastor's kids.
(From behind bars its not so hard to see he's risen.)
SongtexteAnd all us earth growths, some planted,
And some pulled.
Nobody finds god and then goes to prison.)
In Berlin I saw two men fuck in the dark corner of a basketball court. Just a slight jingle of pocket change pulsing.
In the tourist park I lost 50 euros to a guy with the walnut shells and the marble.
it really pissed me off
so eww, I thought I'd go back to get my money,
but all my homies warned me, "oh no, those gypsies probably got knives."
This goes out to all my under-brewed, double duped, two time truthfuls.
(Stop thinking a phone call or text is too complicated.)
And all us earth growths, some planted,
(Like a married uncle at a family function.)
And some pulled.
I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths.
Now tell me what should I do? My God, the clock's always stuck tellin' 11:11, at 3:32. This goes out to all to my under-done, under-tongued blung-wunged frontmen. And all us earth growths, some planted,
and some pulled
This goes out to my under-tongued, over-done, long-longed frontmen.
(This is what the ghost of someone's dad says.)
And all us earth growths doin' the croak like it ain't no joke.
In a crowded room projected debonair aloof impermanance
he shrouded loosely in a heavy air of indeterminates.
(Thanks to blackmilk for correcting these lyrics)
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