The Beat Is Down (Four Wretched Singers Beyond Any World That You Have Known) - Frog Eyes

The fiery tendrils of educated blue blood rum

Plum city oracle submits her highest sum

Set out on the escalator and bleed neon-flavored fun

Four wretched singers in the cold

Beyond any world that you’ve known

Yesterday was Saturn but today the pills are Mars

A tongue forsaken for a field of nudist cards

Moderator moderates every time you fell out of cars

And awoke in some field

Beyond any world that you’ve known

Was not the winter, no, nor the fall that breaks me down

Alistair is a name for clowns

The beat is down

Was it milk or a wound without a scar

Scarecrow turns and burns into some barn

Pounds his fist and cried «I know now who you are

You are one scented singer in the mist

Beyond any world that you’ve known»

«The Malls» up here are few and they are far

But get there we will my wunder-bar

Set out on the escalator and bleed up kind of far

Outside of the bounds of, the bounds

Of any world that you’ve known

Was not the winter nor the fall that breaks me down

Alistair is a name for a clown

The beat is down

Was not the winter no nor the fall that breaks me down

Alistair is a name for a clown

The beat is down

The beat is down

The beat is down

The beat is down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down