Song Meat - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I suppose I've been brave

The highly unlikely rock and all its valves

Are roped off

As is the would find luggage dilemma

Of love and money

I know now the problem

Lies in no one wire of the human heart

No none of its twelve plugs can be pulled

To tear all veins in one fell swoop (Like wall socket roots)

Through their smooth calm sheets of plaster skin

And so much thinking makes so little of t-t-t-t-time and of lives

What's left are fires beating off of faces

Spreading in the heat left after beards

The bright red skeleton of a cynic

And the fine line differences in skin consistancy

However so slightly permanent, tee-ha-ha-ha!

These are the things that will never be songs...

Never more concrete of the song street

Not more wet concrete for new song street

Never more concrete of the song street

Not more wet concrete for new song street

Never more concrete of the song street

Not more wet concrete for new song street

Never more concrete of the song street

Not more wet concrete for new song street

Never more concrete of the song street

Not more wet concrete for new song street

A frozen lake is solved, by all means

Its the slowing down of your brain

Around that certain sort of math

The result completely destroys the snow globe:

Which results in one calling for an eyewash and hand replacement

Never more concrete of the song street

Not more wet concrete for new song street

Never more concrete of the song street

Not more wet concrete for new song street (For the poem popes and sing job's)

Never more concrete of the song street (Fast, Fast)

Not more wet concrete for new song street (Fast, Fast)

Never more concrete of the song street (For the poem popes and sing job's)

Not more wet concrete for new song street (Fast, Fast)

Never more concrete of the song street (For the poem popes and sing job's)

Not more wet concrete for new song street (Fast, Fast)