Themselves - Grass Skirt & Fruit Hat lyrics

I've been here
Sat between railings with god
Named Celeste for
Look Adam to establish yourself won't
Really burn off that fat
Or we'll call it fat, that runs you near
Archetypes that have been tested and
Failed continually tested and failed
God named Celeste has always akin to
Catch stones at dead clock
Fortunately she's beautiful in
The corners of her eyes and happy visible
"Good bye" she blinks while roughage falls
From my skirt
My skirt roughage falls from my skirt
Dripping with face lost I've the frozen
Meats and convention center specs
To build a mirrored phallus right
Here, 10 miles high, for everyone to imitate
But the drawings in the dust are
Filling up with dust again, and I've


Just spent that 100 dollars
Friends, help though, hook line and sinker
If I could cry and hug my cat
All night I'd still be empty
Or putting change in the meter for an
Entire block of people I know
From bumps on a log
Kite flying and chicken choking
And running in place
I'm stuffing mixed messages in bottles
And dropping them in gutters
And when someone gets it they'll
Be right where I was
And maybe that'll help
So one day when the snake sucks it's tail
I'll find a pot of gold and tons of
Letters left for me in a matchbox
And that would be idle like grown men
In tights, with fists, capes and eyebeams
Ibeams i've been here
Sat between poles with god name Sid for
Look Adam to reanimate yourself won't
Really lop off that foot
Or we'll call it foot that carries you off
Mezzanines that burst into situated right
As you left situated, tsk tsk
God named Sid has waited a long long
Time to say "I told you so"
So consequentially he's eaten by a
Bear and happy unfortunate
Goodbye he thinks while a tangelo
Falls from my hat
Shush, I say to the drones of potato
People whistling my social security number
Some mailman, to be named later
Must not be doing his job
I'm thinking of when the
Nuclear thing happens
And I'm the only one left
A ruin that doesn't look like the
Movies, it was made before, between
7 breakfast, 12 lunch 6: 30 dinner
If I don't stack all these bones now
And these feathers right after that I
I'll pretend I'm sleeping and let
Them talk to my listening, listening
Tongues and forks and noseplugs
And problems are
Ears and I'm lamenting over those two
Edges coming together in the blood blister
I got out of it all
If I could be any animal which would it be?
The human soul because there's
Almost no half-life

It's negligible and covered in pus
With marriage on top
From globs to shoulder width and back
To the hospital it don't stop
It's negligible and covered in pus
With marriage on top
From globs to shoulder width and back
To the hospital it don't stop
Until the socially acceptable thing to
Do is be real