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So you sipped the bog straight through a straw
With your heels six inches off the floor.
You kicked the gong you ran the race
You blew your shit up in their face
And then you kissed their ass some more.
So you blame all of your nightmares
Your precious nightmares on all their dream.
To give birth to a lie beneath a birdcage sky
Is not the same as knowing what it means.
And if feels just like you want it more than anybody could
You drank the blood you took the money
You tipped your hat to tasted the honey
Now it's time to pay the bill.
So you swallow all their lessons
With ugly bottles of pretty pills.
And your fans flip out when you show some doubt
About knowing the Shepard of the Hills.
When that firefly blinds your new third eye
Like a kiss just looking for a lie.
And your gravy boat got stuck in the moat.
All the rowing just spoiled your appetite.
And that thirty-acre driveway
Paved with the bodies of all your kills
Will preserve your spot in the family plot
But for now that wind just gives you chills.
released March 5, 2021
This track features:
Roshelle Pekarek - Violin
Marco Pascolini - Pedal Steel Guitar
This recording was engineered and co-produced by Pat Tomek at Level Stage in KC, MO.