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Dear And The Headlights

It's Gettin' Easy

 

It's Gettin' Easy

(album: Small Steps, Heavy Hooves - 2007)


In this act I'll disguise those dead eyes
Stretch tight the lips
A glistening gum line
Mouth curtains pulled I shine

My yellow stage light smile distracting dancing puppets on short saliva strings
So you'll find comfort in a lie

My over-bite clenched, set in place
Like a stack of polished, bright white dinner plates
Hand in my pocket
Straight jacket mind, yeah
It's getting easy

I wish I had a single thought
The least bit legitimate enough
To open up my mouth and spit accuracy
It's getting easy

In this act I'll disguise those dead eyes
Lay flat the tongue
Let the supplement slide down
Everything is fine!
And my brain is cloudy, leveled out
The pill, dissolved, it's flushing out
Everything I care about
And not replacing it with anything substantial

So I'm on my hands and knees
Like a martyr calling out his final plea
The executioner looks exactly like me
It's me!
It's getting easy

My over-bite clenched so tight
Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white
Hands at my side
Straight jacket mind, alright
It's getting easy

And I wish I had a single thought
The least bit legitimate enough
And I wish I had a single thought
The least bit legitimate enough
(And I wish I had a single thought....)
And I wish I wasn't on my hands and knees
Like martyr calling out his final plea
The executioner looks exactly like me
It's me!
It's gettin's easy

In this act I'll disguise those dead eyes
Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white
Hands at my side
Straight jacket mind, alright
It's getting easy.

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