Lice in a Propeller Hat

To whom it may concern
Your mirror's growing mold
Scrape it with your teeth
You're probably into shit like that
The rust that envelopes your weak segment of control
Is spreading like lice in a propeller hat

You don't believe your eyes
Well, I don't believe them either

On March fourteenth, twenty two oh
I was watching water on the windshield warp the stop sign
After that day, shit really got weird
If you look too long, the test line appears

The January air took me back four years
It reminded me of frog tape and Falling in Love
I mean the Nofx song, not the action
That would make a lame line for a song

If the situation's out of hand
It's time to put those six and a half albums on repeat
And walk around the river or the park
Jackson has a good one
I was doing dishes
And straightening stuff up in your room
That's when he called me
And I had to sit down



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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