DOMESTIC BLISS.

Lyrics for DOMESTIC BLISS.

Sisyphus on the way back down Is he yawning or screaming? It's a heads down kind of town Passed out or dreaming? What are the dreams of a rodent? Say what you want about him But that's a man in the fucking moment Hands like a pan shovel All squeak, no bubble Shoes like business, face like trouble Set your boots by the door, lad And welcome to the struggle I can feel the pain in your hips Can see it cooking when you're dancing We're not there yet, but we're past the joke It's hanging on your lips It softens with a toke It's the rock that keeps you standing This way to domestic bliss Just follow the smoke They'll stonewall me into the setting sun For something I did or that I haven't done I'm not the first nor the only one The stone of virtue weighs a ton Back on the street In the pit of familiar beasts Ain't it all just astronomy? We just need our stars to align to find our feet Oh, right, but I thought astronomy was a sandwich meat The belly of life growled and made a sandwich out of me God burped and sent us back to savagery Vomit up a galaxy If I get there, I'll be glad for every struggle But if I don't, then I guess it's another soap opera tragedy Uh, like to start, argue the toss One must imagine Sisyphus with cramp No moss on me, boss But it smells a bit like damp They'll stonewall me into the setting sun For something I did or that I haven't done I'm not the first nor the only one The stone of virtue weighs a ton They'll stonewall me into the setting sun For something I did or that I haven't done I'm not the first nor the only one The stone of virtue weighs a ton Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright I'm going for a walk No, I don't wanna talk about it I think before I am Reality just ain't that believable I'm young after my time Just wanna watch my cartoons and eat chocolate cereal