Swanmeat

歌詞

One day we all wake to find fish bowl rocks in our right front pocket and movie ticket stub from the local morgue kept safe there in the other and when you stop to read, you have to leave a rock convincing living human beings that you yourself are convinced of living human beings or do your arms just jut from the wide side of an interior wall, the type of hardly there people who's hands never fail them not even in dreams Are you no longer the propmaster cleaning up fake blood between shots coming home feeling dirty from a long night of nearly being yourself singing Swan song Are you not disco all there where you are, sun starved and american in those –o' so separable palms holding your breath against a still fleshed chest full of Should Bees You see, however so slightly permanent, these have been things sung that will never be songs never more wet concrete for song street this is not more wet concrete for sold song street not nice warm concrete not swan song on tooth brink. Not more raw wheat Are you not, are you are you not not not? Are you not not disco disco? Are you not not disco disco disco? not nice warm concrete not sung not more raw wheat not song not poor song meat (x2) Song meat (x4) A frozen lake is solved by all means Frozen lake (x2) Who drops mast? Who is the drunk master? Who drops mast? (x2) One day, We are wait to buy Disco rocks And the white wins other When we takes one swan In the bar Sleep her in the other And when you stop to breath It's swan meat It's the little bee (x5) Live a long not nice warm concrete not song street not swan not street not concrete not swan not more raw wheat (x4)