Mini Mansions - Crime of the Season lyrics

Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One’s man, one’s money
Gore tied to the centerfold

Show and tell me your omens (so many dogs)
Salmonella you’re golden (so many dogs)
So many dogs, So many dogs
So you better get it around

Vacant pageant, yo yo gods
Caught in the moment i pity on the underboss
To show me your name

Kerosene just for drinking
(so, so, so many dogs)
Cut kaleidoscope blinking
(so, so, so many dogs)
So many dogs, so many dogs

While you’re passing all my test tube dummies
You knock around the guts on
The front page funnies croquet promenade

Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One’s man, one’s money
Gore tied to the centerfold

Asleep in the deep end (so many dogs)
Little garden of Eden (so many dogs)
So many dogs, so many dogs
So you better get it around

Pagan, raven, no one’s ark petty addendum
Our pity is beyond desire
To suck on the rain

Sucker punch if you let us (so many dogs)
Sayonara vendettas (so many dogs)

While you’re passing all my test tube dummies
You knock around the guts on
The front page funnies
Cause it’s Polly to Paulie
You’re fickle and floating away
But now she feels so scared

Croquet promenade, they know what they are
Croquet promenade, they know what they are
I pity on the underboss to give me a reason
They know what they are
Our pity is beyond desire, it’s
The crime of the season
They know what they are