Aletta

Simple folk need their love songs
idiots love an anthem
Dinner bell for the dumb
cattle-call for morons
Repeat a woman's name
keep your verses vague
Motivate yourself a singalong

Oh, Aletta, you have such nice skin
Oh, Aletta, nose-down in a tailspin

Caltrops for your racing thoughts
Spiked pit for your feelings
Your stupid head hunted to extinction
Your wood-paneled brain
stress cracks in the frame
Mold and holes in the drywall

Oh, Aletta, you have such nice skin
Oh, Aletta, nose-down in a tailspin

The ground tore open
the Devil and I locked eyes
He said, "son, I wanna support ya
but it's like you don't even try"
I waited at the pier for you to resurface
I waited but you didn't notice



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Huck, Andrew Duggan, Benny Tate, Caroline Corrigan, Chris Tenerowicz, Mary Brulatour, Patrick Kindlon, Sean Doody
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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