Words and Music by Mike Larrew and Chris Zeitler
Humphries put Mercurochrome salve in my eyes
Blood shot the tears become blood when I cry
Conscious as tiny hairs signal a sound
Crawling I fall beneath the cracks
Sometimes cannonball falls down on me
Shared strife the picture is torn
Shredded on my sleeve
On my ragged soul
Unstoppable mess on my kitchen table, think it's the stress
Locked onto a pile of various bolts
Carrying a lock of Sharon O's hair
They might call me crazy on account of my notes
Sometimes cannonball falls down on me
Shared strife the picture is torn
Shredded on my sleeve
On my ragged soul
Hauling a rock to drop in the canyon down to the road
Gasping for breath as I ascend the bank
Indescribable scratch upon my ankle, where did I get?
There it reminds me to pick my quotes
Rapture can claim an innocent mind
Caught in between the real and my find
Shaking a tree for one tiny apple, might feed a flea
Stunned as I stare I've fallen behind
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