Quicksand - Jerry Paper

Here to meet the soft deadline

You tell yourself stories all the time, on and on

Don’t have to cry for the decline

But listen to me

You’re laughing at my troubles, yeah

Quicksand moving

It’s moving fast, fast, fast

Take a big burlap sack

And fill it with your crap

Now burn it all

Yeah, burn it all

Take a big burlap sack

And fill it with your crap

Now burn it all

Yeah, burn it all

Are you sure you trust that hypnotist?

He just tells you what you want to hear, my dear

Where will you be

When the locusts come?

You’re laughing at my stumbles, yeah

Quicksand moving

It’s moving fast, fast, fast

Take a big burlap sack

And fill it with your crap

Now burn it all

Yeah, burn it all

Take a big burlap sack

And fill it with your crap

Now burn it all

Yeah, burn it all