Tumbleweed

Lyrics for Tumbleweed

Z-z-z-z, pop go the landscape Belly-up throwing socks at the fan blades One o'clock, dummy lock eyes with a mickey mouse pancake Pox on his tipping side handshake Slobs in a city-wide campground, translate Tan lions examining how the lamb taste Needs more saffron, lead 4 eyes where his hands ain't Hand-painted mask on, Badassquiat Tap math rock on a harp string Mosh like a sasquatch l.a.r.p.ing Seen amoebas grow to vapid fashionistas Freeing a can of worms mistook for a panacea See the regulars exude a particular brand of diva 'til a basic interaction take a local anesthesia to stomach Amnesia beloved, reanimated from the chrysalis Splitting atoms over shitty crinkle cuts, lemme guess Another mac the knife with the passion of christ I would rather be trapped in ice He flexi with the tech and exit left from the director's chair Pocket-knife and a box of strike anywheres Might break off from the pack like Uncle Traveling Matt Mail a couple suspicious packages back But the mission is in front of him Operation tooth and nail Turn troops into boots and belts Russian roullette relationships Step in the front door guns to your own heads His & her 44s matching rubber grips I'd buy that for a dollar Took a few weeks But I'm back to rolling 'em smaller It's the little things The bitter flings Rebounding with the illest springs Icarus aloft on pride's brittle wings I appreciate a barkeep who keep my cup on brim And might perhaps point me towards some trim Eye blinks pan flashes Suddenly the only person in the bar not wearing glasses Keeps a flask in hand but for that special someone might pass it The Minus Man Takes his meals alone close to home two glasses Cote de Rhone Nods good evening to policemen passing the precinct Must've already made quota Crocodile Tears P.W. Botha Maybe I shoulda stuck it out instead going home to a sofa Arrived via chauffeur Dipped in a jack-o-lantern arm in arm with a slattern One in the head and I ain't stop squeezing till I knew it was dead