Sons of the Beard - Guided By Voices

Imaginary men

On wavy double lines

Into the world

With nowhere left to go

In greatly needed space

Go crazy making signs

Fixing the games

And selling out the show

Well the sons of the beard

Made me my home

And it’s all for one

And all for what one can take back

Scream hearts are dreams

To squeeze the golden hands

Change tides

Decide to make or break

From creatures next and all around

Who’s gonna throw their trousers down

When I can’t hide?

Alright!