Cemetery Pigeons

(الألبوم: Mysteries For Rats - 2023)

Cemetery pigeons
Checking out the graves
Cemetery Pigeons
Leaving little footprints on the dirt
Beside the paved walkway
Cemetery pigeons
Are you from abroad
Do you ever think about the pigeons that you've lost

I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna go home
I don't wanna take up anymore space
I don't wanna just bitch and moan

Cemetery pigeons
House pets of the dead
Where do you go when the lake is frozen
And you've got no stupid red hat
For your little grey head

Cemetery pigeons
Phantom skunks
Whoa
Howls and wails and necropolis snails
And the young postmodern punks
Exhale cigarette smoke
A cold blueberry cloud
During a weird brief stint
I smoked that shit
On the delivery route out of town
It felt so unimportant
But I really fucking tried
I could do so much better if I knew how to do it I cried
While the anarchists danced and got high
They sang fuck the city
But I'm always caught in between
One more smokey apartment
And the liberal American dream
Oh cemetery pigeons
My head is fucked
If I had wings like you
I'd probably walk around with them tucked

Cemetery pigeons
I met God
She was the red couched I tripped on
Right through the wall
And out and into the lawn
With the metaheuristics
The syntactic soul of the ants
No more need for cars and trucks
And unfortunate fucks
Stuck going the same way in traffic

Party crashers crash my party
I'm ready for a little bit of mystery
Spit saliva in my coffee
We'll write history

The sweat inside my mask drips down
Into my liquor mouth
The covid martini is a popular drink
And we're never ever gonna run out

Party crasher crash my party
Put me on the radio
Ants and friends and chain link fences
I'm all ready to go

The sweat inside my mask drips down
Into my guilty mouth
The maddog martini is a popular drink
From the north all the way to the south
No matter what time you're out