The Horrors - Excellent Choice lyrics
[The Horrors - Excellent Choice lyrics]
Morgan moves back to the
Familiar charms of his
Fiery days when Morgan still felt something
No longer, Morgan's like a slave
Three feet of paper and a family of four
Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow
Blames his wife for his slow love
He shakes his head as he climbs into bed
Grit's his teeth as he
Moves between the sheets
Morgan feels like sudden laughter
When he sees
He doesn't sleep much on account of
A terrible pain in his head
And sometimes Morgan sit's up in the loft
Reading from a book of children's stories
Jaws no ordinary sucking harder
Sagging eyelids and pocked cheeks
Intelligent the television buzzes and
Crackles and preaches
Morgan feels like his family have made a
Conscious effort to cause him misery
His taste buds have deserted
Sneaking away from his wife's cooking
Morgan dreads the family meal
Clenching one hand under the table
The bland wall hangings nod at
The food in recognition
They are all too familiar with one another
Now, listen
Well I don't want to question your decision
In my opinion you've made an excellent choice
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind
In my head, well
You're just fine excellent choice
Excellent choice, excellent choice
Morgan's work for minimum wage
Is no comfort whatsoever
He thinks about the items that have
Sapped his money over the years
Shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags
Sugar substitute
A pathetic collection of unwanted
Gifts and dream-sapping commerce
Any creative reserves once stored
Are long gone
Morgan seethes at the realization
He has given his
Children too much of the little he has
Morgan wishes his family dead
Now, listen
Well I'm not trying to alter your opinion
I'm so happy that you've
Finally found your voice
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind
In my head, well
You're just fine excellent choice
Excellent choice, excellent choice
Lacking imagination, and full of despair
Morgan turns tail and leaves without a word
The door shuts compliantly as
He moves outside
Morgan crunches down the path with regular
Driven feet pushing through the grey clouds
Escaping his mouth
Approaching the train tracks, he sighs
Lays flat across the line
And shuts his eyes
Familiar charms of his
Fiery days when Morgan still felt something
No longer, Morgan's like a slave
Three feet of paper and a family of four
Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow
Blames his wife for his slow love
He shakes his head as he climbs into bed
Grit's his teeth as he
Moves between the sheets
Morgan feels like sudden laughter
When he sees
He doesn't sleep much on account of
A terrible pain in his head
And sometimes Morgan sit's up in the loft
Reading from a book of children's stories
Jaws no ordinary sucking harder
Sagging eyelids and pocked cheeks
Intelligent the television buzzes and
Crackles and preaches
Morgan feels like his family have made a
Conscious effort to cause him misery
His taste buds have deserted
Sneaking away from his wife's cooking
Morgan dreads the family meal
Clenching one hand under the table
The bland wall hangings nod at
The food in recognition
They are all too familiar with one another
Now, listen
Well I don't want to question your decision
In my opinion you've made an excellent choice
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind
In my head, well
You're just fine excellent choice
Excellent choice, excellent choice
Morgan's work for minimum wage
Is no comfort whatsoever
He thinks about the items that have
Sapped his money over the years
Shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags
Sugar substitute
A pathetic collection of unwanted
Gifts and dream-sapping commerce
Any creative reserves once stored
Are long gone
Morgan seethes at the realization
He has given his
Children too much of the little he has
Morgan wishes his family dead
Now, listen
Well I'm not trying to alter your opinion
I'm so happy that you've
Finally found your voice
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind
In my head, well
You're just fine excellent choice
Excellent choice, excellent choice
Lacking imagination, and full of despair
Morgan turns tail and leaves without a word
The door shuts compliantly as
He moves outside
Morgan crunches down the path with regular
Driven feet pushing through the grey clouds
Escaping his mouth
Approaching the train tracks, he sighs
Lays flat across the line
And shuts his eyes