Porchcrawler
Porchcrawler
Stuck in the eye
Foreboding and misbegotten
To a T, to a lie
To sway down this path of deplorability
To sit in your throne of wet paper
Shrugged off the ghosts of yesteryear
To sit in a vile stupor of fragile peace
Stained and peeling, like an old weatherboard
Reality's slowly crawling away
To save face, to slap yours
Drown the river
Down the gullet
Down the barrel
Stuck in your eye
Stuck in the eye
Foreboding and misbegotten
To a T, to a lie
To sway down this path of deplorability
To sit in your throne of wet paper
Shrugged off the ghosts of yesteryear
To sit in a vile stupor of fragile peace
Stained and peeling, like an old weatherboard
Reality's slowly crawling away
To save face, to slap yours
Drown the river
Down the gullet
Down the barrel
Stuck in your eye
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Thomson
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