[Chorus 1]
One day we all wake to find fish bowl rocks in our right front pocket
And movie ticket stub from the local morgue kept safe there in the other
And when you stop to read, you have to leave a rock
Convincing living human beings that you yourself are convinced of living human beings
[Verse]
Or do your arms just jut from the wide side of an interior wall
The type of hardly there people
Who’s hands never fail them
Not even in dreams
Are you no longer the propmaster cleaning up fake blood between shots
Coming home feeling dirty from a long night of nearly being yourself
Singing (Swan song)
Are you not disco
All there where you are, sun starved and American
In those –o’ so separable palms
Holding your breath against a still fleshed chest full of Should Bees
You see, however so slightly permanent
These have been things sung that will never be songs
Never more wet concrete for song street
This is not more wet concrete
For sold song street
Not nice warm concrete
Not swan song on tooth brink. Not more raw wheat
[Bridge]
Are you not, are you are you not not not?
Are you not not disco disco?
Are you not not disco disco disco?
[Bridge]
Not nice warm concrete, not sung
Not more raw wheat, not song
Not poor song meat
Not nice warm concrete, not sung
Not more raw wheat, not song
Not poor song meat
[Bridge]
Song meat
Song meat
Song meat
Song meat (A frozen lake is solved by all means)
Frozen lake
Frozen lake
[Break]
Propmaster
Who is the propmaster?
Propmaster
Who is the propmaster?
Propmaster
Who is the propmaster?
Propmaster
Who is the propmaster?
[Chorus 2]
One day we are wait to buy disco rocks
And the white wins other when we takes one swan
In the bar, sleep her in the other
And when you stop to breath
It's swan meat
It's the little bee
It's the little bee
It's the little bee
It's the little bee
It's the little bee
[Outro]
Live a long, not nice warm concrete
Not song street, not swan
Not street, not concrete
Not swan, not more raw wheat
Live a long, not nice warm concrete
Not song street, not swan
Not street, not concrete
Not swan, not more raw wheat
Live a long, not nice warm concrete
Not song street, not swan
Not street, not concrete
Not swan, not more raw wheat
Live a long, not nice warm concrete
Not song street, not swan
Not street, not concrete
Not swan, not more raw wheat