Testo Now We Slowly Circle The Draining Fish Bowl The Paper Chase
Iâll come back from the war but everything I touch seems to break
And I wonât be the same man I wonât be the same man you knew
And I was somewhat tickled by your gauge of your tickertape parade
Now you know and you know that I know
We could dance all night here on their graves
God bless our black souls
Cause the serpent still sleeps
Cause the servant still eats
The black guard is still some integral part of the ideas we keep
And there was no desperate ache or pain
As I sent my little babe to the drawer
After all after all we canât all join hands and sing hallelujah
When thereâs work to be done
Bring âem back
But donât stop now youâre still ahead
Donât get caught in pursuits like the rest
Donât get smart now your need it you knew
Back long before this twisted soul
Iâll be someone youâd rather not know
Iâll be something that stings to believe
It wonât stop the war
But donât stop now youâre still ahead
Donât get caught in conceits like your dad
Donât get smart now you need it you knew
Back long before this twisted soul
Iâll be something youâd rather not know
Iâll be something that stings to believe
Not me! As I kick and claw home in a box
Or find a place, job to claim, eat my heart
Hope I choke, hope I stroke, catch the flu
In you arm, the chair, the family heirlooms
The wife resents kids that fuck in your room
When we laugh weâll be laughing at you
When you circle your draining fish bowl
Sell your house, sell your car, sell your soul
Spend your whole life just praying to spend your life