Meat, fowl, grain or tears
one never knows these coming years
food knows it’s food
but it might bite your hiney
the days are dark and dreary, too
but the morrow’s bright and shiny
bright and shiny
Do this to do this
(don’t do this to get that)
They sing no songs for spiders
I can guarantee you that
She sends clickbait in the morning
Her own kind of web with its own lack of warning
We dance like motherfuckers
so the grass won’t grow
One halt can halt it all
but life will live and love will show
tough love is abuse
and yes, the dead will lose
and everything seems silly
but pretty soon we’ll have dancing military.
We dance like motherfuckers
so the grass won’t grow
One halt can halt it all
but life will live and love will show
tough love is abuse
and yes, the dead will lose
and everything seems silly
but pretty soon we’ll have dancing military.