DOGS ARE ON THE SIDE ROAD, DOGS ARE IN OUR BED
GOD’S WORDS START TO CORRODE, WE’RE SICK AND OVER FED
BUT IF WE COULD SEE IN COLOR, WE WOULD NOT SUBMIT
BUT YOU’RE A LITTLE FIELD MOUSE, AND I’M A GLOVE THAT FITS
FINDING ALL THE GOOD SALES, AND ALL THAT WE HAVE BEEN
BECAUSE FUCKING PEOPLE ALWAYS PAYS, IN OTHER LANGUAGES
WE CAN STILL FEEL HOLY, OH BUT IT’S CONTRIVED
SO CUT DOWN ALL THE OAK TREES AND ALL WE CAST ASIDE
OUR LEGS CAUGHT INSIDE ALL THE TRAPS
WE’LL LAY AND WAIT AND PRAY FOR THE COLLAPSE
BECAUSE WE’RE ALL HUMAN BEINGS
ALL WRAPPED UP IN SKIN
WAKING UP FROM SLUMBER
TO SEE HOW THIS BEGINS
WISH WE WERE MOVING SLOWER
WISH YOU COULD HAVE YOUR BRIDE
BUT HER LOVE IS PROSTITUTION
NOT WHAT WE CAST ASIDE
THROWING DOGS ALL OUR FOOD WHILE WE EAT SCRAPS
WE’LL LAY AND WAIT AND PRAY FOR THE COLLAPSE
SO HOPE THAT ALL THE WORDS YOU HEARD WERE MISREAD
AND HOPE THAT YOU DIE QUIET AS A RICH MAN
YOU FORGOT TO THROW YOUR BOUQUET
I FORGOT THE SECOND VERSE
LET'S REWORD ALL THE CLICHES WE'LL PUT THEM IN THE HOOK
LOSE OURSELVES IN REASON HEAR SONGS ABOUT THE GREAT DIVIDE REMEMBER ALL THE SEASONS AND ALL WE CAST ASIDE
Dizzying psychedelic songs that feel like they're being played at the bottom of a deep canyon, drenched in reverb & echo. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2022
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