Gut Pageant - Kristin Hersh

That fine fever brought us here

Lambasted eyeballs

When we kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh

What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

What a gut pageant

Meat for the flowers

You break out of a paper bag

And wake up on the street

Just kidding

You dont have to go

I asked him why the grass is blue

And stray boys dont go home

Why four a.

ms so screwy

He says sleep through it What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

What a gut pageant

Meat for the flowers

Not too special not too strange

Just the way I like em You find an empty promise and stick by it Not too pretty, not too sweet

Just the way I like you

When you kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh, harder than me Tell me another one

I could sit for hours

When anyone laughs

I know Im a coward

What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

When we kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh, harder than me.