(Track 9/11 Gullet Stories) Another song commemorating a deceased friend.
Lyrics:
mailslot alarm clock
whiskey mouth dirt on my teeth
engorged with average love
to seek what average seeks
tractor breath perfection
all those pretty tears
the measure of a life
of counting down the years
and then the same old songs that made me wonder why
are just the scrawlings of a man about to cry
mother alarm clock chirping
peeking through a hole
and once again it’s time to read their hands and fold
soup for lunch and bus home
i made it once again
through all the vomiting and pain of common man
and then the same old songs that made me wonder why
were just the scrawlings of a man about to cry
i remember everything i did wrong
i remember you
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