A demo of
Trophy Scars - Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown
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Genius
I read it in a book, my biased dirty looks / "Unhand me, you crook." / I saw it in her face; / She made a big mistake / That word's not hers to take. No / This is the joke, so
, from the same album.
I read it in her book
My biased dirty looks
"Unhand me, you crook"
I saw it in her face
She made a big mistake
That word's not hers to take
(Ohhhh.....)
This is a joke
So listen up close
The bodies below
Are people you know
Dig them all up
Connect all the dots
And see what you got
Not a lot, a lot, a lot
All that he knows
Is all that she is
A quiet small girl with some guilt
And the passion of saying
"Well, it's personal
It's personal
It's personal
It's personal
So stop listening in"
I can argue all night in the cold
Over TV static and snow
Or the hum on the radio
Listen for John 'cause here comes a solo
He plays all the right chords
We argue over the same two words (same two fucking words)
Spiders thrown
Spiders thrown
Spiders thrown
Spiders thrown
This one thinks I'm a dreamer
Oh yeah, I'm a dreamer
I'm taking the next train to Florida where it's warmer
I won't argue any longer over spiders
They say it's easy when you're the one who's leaving
So I guess we're fucking even
Sit the fuck down and shut up!
I need to say a couple things to myself
"What am I doing?" "What's this song?"
I can't remember my teeth and my skin
"Why the grin?"
I'm still knee deep in sin
Oh, I'm so existential, pretentious with pencils
A mark and a staple, awkward and able
A cowboy who reads
Much too much noise
And I can't keep from drinking when I'm out with the boys
Over spiders thrown
Spiders thrown
Spiders thrown
Spiders thrown...