Struck Matches

[Verse 1]
Struck matches filling corners of a window sill
Barn cat with the sickness leaning perfectly still
Against a dead moon kill
By all the desires that it feels along the way of their great big hill

[Verse 2]
Now I’ve seen you talking down from a borrowed throne
If you had a nickel for every chance that you’d blown
You set out for a week on the sea for relief and fresh company

[Verse 3]
I like to imagine a killing spree where every victim is me, and all the jokers you see
On the screens and machines
They provide the scenes and the means for your
Many fabric complex

[Chorus]
I see a walking disaster
Won’t it just fade away
I see a walking disaster
What’s it gonna have to say
What’s it gonna have to say

[Verse 4]
Built you a filter that you keep in your room
Under a box old mattress with a golden spoon
You press holes in your gloom and breathe in all the fumes, getting deeply in tune, awaiting the next wave of attack

[Verse 5]
Now you’re digging in the icebox for something to have
Wrapped in tin foil and shoved way in the back
Sits a memory of ten dozen laughs
Somebody suggesting you got the kinda hunger you just can’t feed

[Verse 6]
I like coffee and you like tea
We want to make a little money but you can't sell me
There ain’t nothing free that can call somebody something but we
We all already all knew that

[Chorus]
I see a walking disaster
Won’t it just fade away
Look here walking disaster
What’s it gonna have to say
What’s it gonna have to say
What’s it gonna have to say
What’s it gonna have to say