歌词
(The attic is flooded)
(And it's leaking all over the mahogany chairs)
(Punish the trophies)
(And tear the backyard apart)
I do like you a lot
But you're not quite articulate enough
Because I like to take my cynicism
Well spoken and eloquent
There are 7 corpses with their arms broken under a porchlight in December
There are 8 kids, aged 14 at best, taking low grade acid at a cold damp empty parking Lot
It's all actually kinda picturesque
Even if the general, almost pornographic vibe
Does appear a bit too grotesque
And we do
Sort of seem keen to collide though I'm still not perfectly certain
Because I'm bored and I'm tired and I'm bored and I'm tired I'm bored and I'm tired I'm Both bored and both tired but I'm bored kinda more
I do suspect we're all very similar warped narratives
With trajectories that overlap at light speed
With their own legitimate chemtrails
There are 9 middle aged men
On sedatives
Barely awake
While being tried
For repeated arson
For repeated arson
For repeated arson
For repeated arson
For repeated arson and excessive beastiality
For repeated arson and excessive beastiality
For repeated arson and excessive beastiality
For repeated arson and excessive beastiality