Johnny Ripper Songtext

The birds keep on singing from the

tops of the trees, but the song's out

of tune that drips from the breeze.

There's a razor in the garden waiting

for a delicate hand.



Look out! Look out!



For diamonds sparkling where the

trap doors swing into the bottom
of a cold misery full of insults to add

to your collection, parking lots

dangling from your diction,

daydreams bobbing in a shattered

sea.



Look out! Look out!



For sirens dancing where the nooses

swing from gutted branches of your

fantasies full of insults falling from

your ceiling, motels where you're

fucking without feeling, daydreams

bobbing in a shattered sea.



Fake leaves shake like deceit on your

tongue.

Desperate mothers devoured by

young.

Hold on to love you learned to despise

like an ocean choking on its own

tide.

There's a razor in the garden waiting

to cut through your seams.



Look out! Look out!



There's a razor in the garden

grinning as you crouch to your

knees.



Look out! Look out!



The dull years drag the best days of

your life through asphalt and glass

while summer's favorite fathers

birthing next year's deadbeat dads.



Let's tack up another eviction note to

matrimony's throbbing throat

stuffed with songs from a synthetic

past, silver clouds and artifacts full

of insults to add to your collection,

parking lots dangling from your

diction, daydreams bobbing in a

shattered sea.