flagpoles
Party, oh party yeah till the blood pours out Yr ears
Oh yeah, make it new man
Make it fun bro
Run it up cause we know it won’t crumble
Tonight
At least, not at these altitudes.
Everyone flash in the hot/cold night
It doesn’t even matter any more
Pursue earthly delight
Or unearth whatever tomb or crypt Yr heart desires
Shag mind, gray earth and a purple penicillin sky
As the days unwind
Castles are built and burned in shorter time than
The seconds we lose behind our eyelids
And simple excommunication sentences for the traitors
Was never good enough
We kept them close to our hearts
And closer to our cigarettes
So the flickering guilt lines
Burn holes through their skies
Extortion attempts thrown like axes at logging fields
Dig into the ground, but they barely clip our heels
You can’t get cheated when you’ve got less than a dime
But those penicillin skies and those tangerine wives
Holding loaves of bread to brazenly drunken passerby
Wheat fields have been know to crystallize
When the shopping mall shoppers drop by for a free try
A go at the guns, a go at the knives
A go at the madmen, their doggies, their wives
My ceilings are bleeding and the rat marshal
Leads parading vermin down the rail
And the velvet groping vines that grasp at the clouds of flies
Creep from the snakes growing out of Yr legs
Sleepy lazy patterns close the shades
Pull blankets made of cocoa and lullabies over Yr eyes
Tight denim grip locked on your throat
Drops in pellets away from the legs
The wounds are bare, intentions raw
The mattress devours everything in Yr life
Spits venom and blades in the backs of their stale-bright nights
Pours whiskey on the wound, sharp garlic distraction
The cotton sets fire to raw bare skin
Tears the flesh right off as it drops
Peels the nine fold layers as it stops
And the flesh-pressed dementia begins to set in
Yr basest of instincts will finally win
Oh yeah, make it new man
Make it fun bro
Run it up cause we know it won’t crumble
Tonight
At least, not at these altitudes.
Everyone flash in the hot/cold night
It doesn’t even matter any more
Pursue earthly delight
Or unearth whatever tomb or crypt Yr heart desires
Shag mind, gray earth and a purple penicillin sky
As the days unwind
Castles are built and burned in shorter time than
The seconds we lose behind our eyelids
And simple excommunication sentences for the traitors
Was never good enough
We kept them close to our hearts
And closer to our cigarettes
So the flickering guilt lines
Burn holes through their skies
Extortion attempts thrown like axes at logging fields
Dig into the ground, but they barely clip our heels
You can’t get cheated when you’ve got less than a dime
But those penicillin skies and those tangerine wives
Holding loaves of bread to brazenly drunken passerby
Wheat fields have been know to crystallize
When the shopping mall shoppers drop by for a free try
A go at the guns, a go at the knives
A go at the madmen, their doggies, their wives
My ceilings are bleeding and the rat marshal
Leads parading vermin down the rail
And the velvet groping vines that grasp at the clouds of flies
Creep from the snakes growing out of Yr legs
Sleepy lazy patterns close the shades
Pull blankets made of cocoa and lullabies over Yr eyes
Tight denim grip locked on your throat
Drops in pellets away from the legs
The wounds are bare, intentions raw
The mattress devours everything in Yr life
Spits venom and blades in the backs of their stale-bright nights
Pours whiskey on the wound, sharp garlic distraction
The cotton sets fire to raw bare skin
Tears the flesh right off as it drops
Peels the nine fold layers as it stops
And the flesh-pressed dementia begins to set in
Yr basest of instincts will finally win