- …And All The Candy You Can Eat -
Now You Are One Of Us
Lyrics: Track 11
I’m running out of rhymes. I’m running out of art. I’m running out of
Songs to sing about this wicked world breaking my heart
I caught the smell of honey is a tragedian landfill, and if the honey
Don’t get me I know the beehive will
Into the oven you go
I’m running low of lime to lay to rest the lyrics. I’m dripping dry
On themes and schemes to hobble with your walking stick. Who’s that
A’nibbling at my house? The kids will answer: the wind, the wind
Into the oven you go
Don’t give me that, little pig, cause you know better by now that
Not by the hair of your chin, I’ll have to blow your house down
How do you like it? How do you like it now you know now the horror is
Your hands, the hands that hold our hearts down?
Into the oven you go
And that’s the fever talking, honey, “I’ve come to fatten you up”
Cause I’m an open book, my honey, except for when the book is shut
The ghost will answer: the wind, the wind
The beauty is unbearable. We want to stretch it all out
The cripple cries out to walk the song less, sings their hearts out.
Good God Almighty! How do you like it? How do you like it no you know
Now the horror is in our heart, the hear that makes you sing out
Into the oven we go.
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