Penelope Scott - Necropolis Snail lyrics

Cemetery pigeons, checking out the graves
Cemetery pigeons
Leaving little footprints on the dirt
Beside a paved walkway
Cemetery pigeons, are you from abroad?
Do you ever think about the
Pigeons that you lost?

Well, I don't want to be here
I don't want to go home
I don't want to take up any more space
I don't want to just bitch and moan

Cemetery pigeons, house pets of the dead
Where do you go when the
Lake is frozen and you've
Got no stupid red hat for
Your little grey head?
Cemetery pigeons, phantom skunks
Howls and wails and necropolis snails and the
Young postmodern punks exhale cigarette smoke
A cold blueberry cloud
During a brief stint I smoked that shit
On the delivery route out of town
It felt so unimportant
But I really fucking tried
I could do so much better if I knew
How to do it, I cried, while
The anarchists danced and got high
They sang "fuck the city"
But I'm always caught in between