E Is For Estranged

Lyrics for E Is For Estranged

Boys run like water from the barrow to the trough They'll never stop their running Gunning for their brothers This house is a hostel It is peaceful but it's always emptying Boys all want to be someone Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird I am a liar, feeding the facts to false fires Pathos is born, born out of bullshit In formal attire But I'll score your string ensemble I saw my son at seventeen The shutters made projections on his naked frame But now at twenty-five, he simply cannot stay away From the ketamine With make-up on his sores He spends an hour a day composing his own eulogy Sometimes he sends me letters But they're mostly garbled phrases and apologies Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird, I am a liar Feeding the facts to false fires Pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit in formal attire Append a Bulgarian children's choir