Written and recorded in Seattle WA. and Denver CO.
lyrics
And o your mother how she kisses the brim
of a glass so big it's where fish could swim
and how you wonder if she cares anymore
or if she could love him like she did before
in the picture
on the mantle
illuminated
by a candle
phony smiles start to fade
as the wick it burns away
And o your father how his lifes so impossible
he went to fight for a dinosoar fossile
that you could put in your car
and make it go so far away from your mother
with the glass
and your brother how he kicked your ass
when you- tried to leave
cause no one get's out in one piece
And then one night before I cleaned out a bank
you called me on the phone and you told me you loved me
I once said "I love you" as a kid
to a girl with the same
hair and skin of me
but you look differen't
you look itallian
you look just like
the girl version
of my best friend
the one whose razor blades but still ace of spades in the end
in the end
and then
now you're my best friend
my best friend
and then
and then
so you write letters and you write songs
and you write poetry and you right wrongs
but you left out the part with our corpses in the road
and our bodies are the same just in a different place
and the corpses are the corpses of our souls
so you write letters and you right wrongs
and you write poetry and you write songs
but you left out the part with our corpses in the road
and our bodies are the same just in a different place
and the corpses are the corpses of our souls
Well I'm just thinkin then I'm just singin about
monkeys in spaceships!
Intelligent enough to push a button and brave enough to die!
O I'm just thinkin then I'm just singin about
monkeys in spaceships!
Intelligent enough to push a button and brave enough to die!
And then theirs me
me as I'll ever be.
Well take your pills and wash em' down with a drink.
I am more of a whore than you think.
Existence is weird and sex makes everything strange.
If you wana know more, turn the page.
Or go to sleep.
Just go to sleep-
and when you arise...
sink deep,
into your own
reality
you know in mine,
you're a queen.
credits
from CREEPSTER FREAKSTER,
released January 13, 2011
Drums by Simon Topp
Trumpet by James Calore
Everything else by Richard Ringer
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