What a day
Pardon me, you see, the problem be
Part of me insists it's awful green
Either side of fence is rich in awful things
Either side of fence can leave you coughing
Heaving pails of sentiments
That often leads in trails
Of bits and bits of Fists of Eden
Nailed him through the wrists for lippin' reason
Left him hanging grey
Right upon the gate
Red upon the brow, light upon the way
Sweating from a frown, hide it from the rain
No more holding crown, only molding
Fake faces from the lake
Lake upon the hill, hill upon the haze
Villa in the rough, rolling golden grains
Cigarillo puffs, pennies for the pain
What a day
Slaves! Without dignity!
Without depth, no?
With... a devil in our pockets!
This... this... this... this shit! This nothing!
This paper who have nothing inside!
Thunder's what the weather brings today
Wonder what the sun'll think to sing today
Wonder when the slump'll slink away
Wonder if the crumbs turn to feast today
Wonder if you bums burn the beef today
What a lovely day for wondering astray
Red upon the brow, light upon the way
Sweating from a frown, hide it from the rain
No more holding crown, only molding
Fake faces from the lake.
Lake upon the hill, hill upon the haze
Villa in the rough, rolling golden grains
Cigarillo puffs, pennies for the pain
What a day
Have heart!
Boom boom boom
Have mind!
Ha- have power, have ambition!
I want to do something like that!
Why not?
Oh I see a cucumber, right here
The corn isn't ready but it's tall
And I see the corn cobs
And this is what I always get on top
"I'm The King of The Dirt!"
Part of me insists it's awful green
Either side of fence is rich in awful things
Either side of fence can leave you coughing
Heaving pails of sentiments
That often leads in trails
Of bits and bits of Fists of Eden
Nailed him through the wrists for lippin' reason
Left him hanging grey
Right upon the gate
Red upon the brow, light upon the way
Sweating from a frown, hide it from the rain
No more holding crown, only molding
Fake faces from the lake
Lake upon the hill, hill upon the haze
Villa in the rough, rolling golden grains
Cigarillo puffs, pennies for the pain
What a day
Slaves! Without dignity!
Without depth, no?
With... a devil in our pockets!
This... this... this... this shit! This nothing!
This paper who have nothing inside!
Thunder's what the weather brings today
Wonder what the sun'll think to sing today
Wonder when the slump'll slink away
Wonder if the crumbs turn to feast today
Wonder if you bums burn the beef today
What a lovely day for wondering astray
Red upon the brow, light upon the way
Sweating from a frown, hide it from the rain
No more holding crown, only molding
Fake faces from the lake.
Lake upon the hill, hill upon the haze
Villa in the rough, rolling golden grains
Cigarillo puffs, pennies for the pain
What a day
Have heart!
Boom boom boom
Have mind!
Ha- have power, have ambition!
I want to do something like that!
Why not?
Oh I see a cucumber, right here
The corn isn't ready but it's tall
And I see the corn cobs
And this is what I always get on top
"I'm The King of The Dirt!"
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Writer(s): Spencer Zorn
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