WHY? - Gnashville lyrics
[WHY? - Gnashville lyrics]
Sometimes I claim to know a guy but I
Can't tell you what his hands look like
Guess who's coming to dinner
Gnashville, never in the night
Never in the night when the knot
Grows tighter than fingers can untie
And all the last half damned
Rivers have gone dry
Does the cock crow thrice
Until someone is denied or the morning comes
You wonder if you ever get your shit together
What is that a leather sofa and a
Feather in an old fur hat
Fake tat lost in a box of Cracker Jacks
Practicing your plane wreck face in
A first class lav
When they come calling, I won't go calm
There is no palm or divine mitt
With which to hold one's pit
Or seperate the human race
From it's enviroment
No scattered ashes loosely gather asking
Where the fire went
We're left with half truth psalms
In an indecypherable scrawl in
Some vague extinct language
Ancient ink dull
Almost vanished on some old brittle scroll
That's what the ghost of
Someone's dad might say
Can't tell you what his hands look like
Guess who's coming to dinner
Gnashville, never in the night
Never in the night when the knot
Grows tighter than fingers can untie
And all the last half damned
Rivers have gone dry
Does the cock crow thrice
Until someone is denied or the morning comes
You wonder if you ever get your shit together
What is that a leather sofa and a
Feather in an old fur hat
Fake tat lost in a box of Cracker Jacks
Practicing your plane wreck face in
A first class lav
When they come calling, I won't go calm
There is no palm or divine mitt
With which to hold one's pit
Or seperate the human race
From it's enviroment
No scattered ashes loosely gather asking
Where the fire went
We're left with half truth psalms
In an indecypherable scrawl in
Some vague extinct language
Ancient ink dull
Almost vanished on some old brittle scroll
That's what the ghost of
Someone's dad might say