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oh, the Spanish moss
it weeps in mourning of not only personal but also planetary loss
not just for the bloodshed but, by god, for what the Bloody Marys cost
it weeps for the beauty queen but most of all her dad
it weeps for you and me and this whole horror show we've had
I can't remember the last time the good times got so bad
out here in Mutilation Springs
(how do two people) how do two people even do these things
ain't a sunrise worth the day just the facts that hurt to say
forsaken punks flip for police force work and worse than gift their Kinghorse shirts away
sarcophagous mornings and hair metal afternoons
by the time the sunshine retracts we can practically see the acne on the face of the moon
what even am I? (what even am I?) what even am I, by god?
yelled the penny slot toward the high stakes room
better times used to let me find them hiding in the shade of the womb
better times used to let me find them back when I was someone else
which past will we choose to chase tonight knowing these are the best of times full well
let me start the wash before I start to see the light
Jesus Christ is trying out some new material on you and me tonight
he has not nailed the crowd work but vice versa yet stirred the Bloody Marys right
why not drink one for the beauty queen why not dance in the sands of yourself
why here in Mutilation Springs why America what are the chances the earth is demanding our help
the ransom notes continue as the groceries flee the shelf
I held myself in such high regard when I was someone else
it's too bad about the good times all in all, it's a test of faith
we weep not only for the beauty queen but for the hair metal girlfriends and the messes they make
the shock is old but the damage is new
like daffodils dyin' in a theme park pint glass I'm enjoying what I can of this too
who are we but two people (who are we but two people)
who are we but two people the planet misused
the plan: a pan of periods melt into ampersands
a dream is a mirror held by a phantom hand hope, it's said, comes from within though
a phantom hand plays a gymnopedie on the baby grand through an open window
the dream is dead, the hope persists the sky is low and hell is high
tie a ribbon to the bus stop (tie a ribbon to the bus stop) tie a ribbon to the bus stop, baby
I'll be back when the well is dry
right back here in Mutilation Springs
in Mutilation Springs, we're just two people
how do two people even do these things
OJDIDIT on a license plate lightning strikes and ignites the day
I'm pushing this lawnmower down Broadway in a windstorm twirlin' like a sex tape in a microwave
like Spanish moss might behave when I call I called the end of it all
I was Babe Ruth belting out Danny Boy in a men's room stall
not quite for the bloodshed but, by god, for what that bat did to the ball
it's the Voodoo you do and it taught me a lot
let me let my debit card float with the cutthroat trout tonight
can't you tell I'm trying to be somebody I'm not
if we put our two heads together on this sad sack of feathers
could we remember what the memory foam forgot
could you remember to tie a ribbon to the bus stop (tie a ribbon to the bus stop)
tie a ribbon to the bus stop, baby, I'll be back when the well is dry
if but one lone hope can tell us why
I'm out here with my face smashed against the glass of some Asian place
tryin' to find with one eye and identify with my cremation vase
smiling while I cry like Babe Ruth in a ladies' room belching out Taps and Amazing Grace
the Spanish moss waves and waves while it weeps for the beauty queen
it does the wave with her dad
they wave to you and me and this whole horror show we've had
I can't remember the last time the good times got so bad