The Dunsmuir, Pt. 2
Another goodbye to home as I merged onto the I-5
Alleviated inhibitions, lower pant leg conceals my knife
Drove through the morning til I hit the 580
Flask in my pocket and you know it ain't no JD
Made a rest stop on Peralta Oaks Court
On a mission that even closed gates couldn't thwart
The sign read closed but this time that couldn't stop me
I wouldn't scream another song written angrily in drop D
At last I made it in and I hope you don't think I have less class
But its not my fault the hours suck and I finally had to tresspass
Made my way up the drive walking tall, feeling exquisite
It had been raining all day but it's like it stopped just for my visit
And what I sprinkled in a grape wrap was the reason it got smelly
On the grounds of the Dunsmuir feeling like Don Coscarelli
Went around the house cuz retracing scenes is my addiction
Even found the basement window Mike Pearson kicked in
More majestic in Person- neoclassic revival architecture
The perfect choice for Morningside by aforementioned director.
In the depths of my soul a check off the bucket list
I felt the past come alive like an anthropologist
The air grew dank and the sky became grim
I looked around my shoulder, thank god no Angus Scrimm
With paranoia for his death spheres, but it was a fun fear
And now I'll never forget the day I finally made it to the Dunsmuir
Alleviated inhibitions, lower pant leg conceals my knife
Drove through the morning til I hit the 580
Flask in my pocket and you know it ain't no JD
Made a rest stop on Peralta Oaks Court
On a mission that even closed gates couldn't thwart
The sign read closed but this time that couldn't stop me
I wouldn't scream another song written angrily in drop D
At last I made it in and I hope you don't think I have less class
But its not my fault the hours suck and I finally had to tresspass
Made my way up the drive walking tall, feeling exquisite
It had been raining all day but it's like it stopped just for my visit
And what I sprinkled in a grape wrap was the reason it got smelly
On the grounds of the Dunsmuir feeling like Don Coscarelli
Went around the house cuz retracing scenes is my addiction
Even found the basement window Mike Pearson kicked in
More majestic in Person- neoclassic revival architecture
The perfect choice for Morningside by aforementioned director.
In the depths of my soul a check off the bucket list
I felt the past come alive like an anthropologist
The air grew dank and the sky became grim
I looked around my shoulder, thank god no Angus Scrimm
With paranoia for his death spheres, but it was a fun fear
And now I'll never forget the day I finally made it to the Dunsmuir
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Writer(s): Elliott Bowen
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