Lambchop

The shape of the sun ah,
pretty ways pretty ways and things to come

When this day is done you will collapse
collapse into (the funnel of) my arms

And as always they're not strong
And as always you do believe and as always
I'm very wrong about the cut above the bleed

April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go

And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue
And it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few

The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
the ground, you're falling

you and your masculine you forever benched
sitting by the dirty window

Coda

Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make
your life albeit more portable to turn around
to follow me
don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me

but it just looks plain cold
from the bottle another part of the ritual
standing in the kitchen
arms are braced against the counter swallowing
like mercury down the drain

and the neighbors have been drinking
and they are raising quite a stink pretty soon
they will be fighting it can get pretty ugly

the city makes a hooting sound tonight
he owl on the roof has got it right
if it's left up to him he'll take that stupid grin
decapitate a rodent or a mouse

take the b train or the shuttle
at the exit have a smoke
try to spit onto the sidewalk
instead you wipe it off your chest

I don't wanna freak
but the tongue erodes each time we start to speak
on a timely mission you look pretty swell
in your new position

fiberglass funny face up on the wall
It's funny when it isn't funny at all
and if it's up to him we will take the ways of sin
and smash them like glass against the wall

but it's not to pathetic with your teeth full of rhetoric
and doubt carry on like little creature
in the fields of our love