Sitting staring at my pillowtop door
Think I might have the blues
I don’t know you but you smell like pork
Can we go get some food?
C’mon open the door yo, I can’t wait to get out
*sexy moan
Going off to visit my tailor
I hope he dry cleans my brain
If he doesn’t maybe I can get out of here
And pet my dragons again
C’mon open the door yo, I can’t wait to get out
What was that in my drink
I can’t feel my face
It had a funny taste
I can’t feel my face
Licking sucking on a beef flavored lollipop
Oh look I see my hands
I don’t like you so you can’t have my tater tots
You will not eat my friends
What you lookin’ at dog, there ain’t nothing to see
You ain’t fucking with me
I will eat your face
I’ll put you in your place
I will eat your face
You ain’t fucking with me
I will eat your face
I’ll put you in your place
I will eat your
credits
from Involuntary Motion,
released October 15, 2015
Lyrics - Zach Jackson
Written by - Ian Tsang and Zach Jackson
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024