Mushroom Moon

(Samy)
Huck a bullet at a bus
Kill a baby in the ricochet
The grievance of my city
Got me feelin fuckin sick today
A lady in a blue dress
Wag a finger at a litterbug
But litter bug just want to
Dirty up the scene he picked to paint

(Samy)
I saw a lady stand in the sand and the wind (Matt: “I realize”)
Too much commonality can lead to butting heads (Matt: “I realize”)
What am I to do if I can’t have you? (Matt: “I realize”)
I burst my lungs under a mushroom moon (Matt: “I realize”)
Nothing that I trust will ever have a name on it (Matt: “I realize”)
So I don’t trust my gut ‘cause her name’s engraved on it (Matt: “I realize”)
Lady and a litterbug kissin’ in the avenue
Reaching for an orange sun
Thinking of a sadder truth

(Samy prominent with Matt backing)
I like my city dirty
And I like my thoughts deep
And I like the sky scraped
And I like the concrete
She say “the city is a meadow
The people are the sheep”
“the city is a meadow
The people are the sheep”

(Samy prominent with Matt backing)
I like my city dirty
And I like my thoughts deep
And I like the sky scraped
And I like the concrete
She say “the city is a meadow
The people are the sheep”

(Samy)
Now gobble up a sunflower
Regurgitate a piece for me

(Matt)
Give it up for the heartsick target
Her murmurs drip with schemes
They burn like whiffs of garlic
Her worship stops midstream
My soul looks good on paper
Yours looks better served on ice
No hand hold like water vapor
Impotent and imprecise
I know you’re wishing someone could be on your side
But at least you’re not a victim of your own brain child like me
Oh, I know you wish that someone could be on your side
But I’m hopelessly addicted to my own brain child
Oh, what am I to do if I can’t have you (Samy and Matt together)
I burst my lungs under a Mushroom moon

(Samy)
I like my city dirty
And I like my thoughts deep
And I like the sky scraped
And I like the concrete
She say “the city is a meadow
The people are the sheep”
“the city is a meadow
The people are the sheep” x4

Polyphony: Samy [Matt]
I like my city dirty [I know you're wishing someone]
And I like my thoughts deep [could be on your side]
And I like the sky scraped [But at least you're not a victim of your own]
And I like the concrete [brain child]
She say “the city is a meadow [like me]
The people are the sheep”
“the city is a meadow
The people are the sheep”

I like my city dirty [Oh, I know you wish that someone]
And I like my thoughts deep [could be on your side]
And I like the sky scraped [But I'm hopelessly addicted to my own]
And I like the concrete [brain child]
She say “the city is a meadow [Oh, what am I to do if]
The people are the sheep” [I can't have you]
“the city is a meadow [I burst my lungs under a Mushroom Moon]
The people are the sheep”