Heyerdahl's Last Month
Tippin' off that dollar bill
And keepin' fresh, while he's in jail
It's what he wanted, and what he needed
It's what he wanted, and what he needed
Left hand burnt through the stovetop grill
Tried to feel something instead of killin' himself
It's what he'll want and what he'll need when
He's a Father, to a young heart beatin'
Here's a treatment
You don't got shit, you're in Hell
A stripped down mother, your mind ain't well
Here's what you'll want and what you'll need, and
It's what you'll want and what you'll need yea
Falling quicker down the hill
Didn't start to make that move until
There's nothing wanted, and nothing needed
There's nothing here, and you've got no reason
To keep going on
To keep thinking of
The starving odds
No reason
To keep going down that way
A murdered child, a funny game
It's partly wanted, it's only needed
It's all so ugly, a brand new season
Keep goin' on in the season
I pray to God
On the mountain road
While you piss outside of your Mama's home
And I don't want it, I don't need it
But I kinda like it, and I kinda see it
How come you kissed me when I'm drunk and fat?
How come he doesn't love me back?
Well, no one loves you
The pot is steaming
So just keep stirring
Till you believe it
Oh, Moth
Learn to die alone
Oh, Glut
Your worship of the sun!
And keepin' fresh, while he's in jail
It's what he wanted, and what he needed
It's what he wanted, and what he needed
Left hand burnt through the stovetop grill
Tried to feel something instead of killin' himself
It's what he'll want and what he'll need when
He's a Father, to a young heart beatin'
Here's a treatment
You don't got shit, you're in Hell
A stripped down mother, your mind ain't well
Here's what you'll want and what you'll need, and
It's what you'll want and what you'll need yea
Falling quicker down the hill
Didn't start to make that move until
There's nothing wanted, and nothing needed
There's nothing here, and you've got no reason
To keep going on
To keep thinking of
The starving odds
No reason
To keep going down that way
A murdered child, a funny game
It's partly wanted, it's only needed
It's all so ugly, a brand new season
Keep goin' on in the season
I pray to God
On the mountain road
While you piss outside of your Mama's home
And I don't want it, I don't need it
But I kinda like it, and I kinda see it
How come you kissed me when I'm drunk and fat?
How come he doesn't love me back?
Well, no one loves you
The pot is steaming
So just keep stirring
Till you believe it
Oh, Moth
Learn to die alone
Oh, Glut
Your worship of the sun!
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