Trickle Down System

By Giant Sand

On Swerve

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Grandpa's house lay a bit embattered

The family split up since his burial

Bitter fights over the family business

I tell ya, if he were here today....

He'd say life compared to death

Is so surreal

My dreamhouse burns to ashes

Everynight before the dawn. sA

I rummage through and find a familiar

Bone to carry on. All those

Memories I thought were long gone

I got to let them alone. Let them

Alone

Chorus: And all that you have

Is easily taken

All that you give

Usually mistaken

Take off your dresses

Lay naked on the bed...

The Trickle Down System

Comes a pouring into

Your head

When we were younger, we were more

Like purveyors: Purverse, Purposeful

And full of neglect. These days we

Have been reduced to Surveyors:

More Severe, More Soulful, and

Actually capable of some respect

Chorus: Take off your uniform

Passed the point of no return

Ashes to ashes. return to cinder

Maybe I'm a ponderer.... Sweet drunk

On a pond of her tears

Chorus: Take off everything