Fear - Lambchop

Into plastic cups

That tie around a figure that was planted

In the snow

And often is the case when you have set

Yourself specific goals

You spaz out in mid sentence and you mind is

Gripped in fear, fear

I know you’re bored

Lets take a walk

Bring the dog

Dear

Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative

Of all that’s black

And futuristic sea creatures that nibble

At your toe

A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime

A patch of white

A path through time that’s held like that because

You’re bored

A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime

A patch of white

A path through time that’s held like that because

(Bored)

You’re bored

We’re better off

Well shake that cough

It’s not so bad

Okay, it’s worse

So keep your bread and mandolins

Your fiddles

And kept up with those you love because the benefits

Are great

The rinse you find the path you grind

Distorted like a condiment

Or feisty cast of characters, de facto

Sans secure

If god begat the Mormon into laymen

Into brethren

Into birthdays into cardinals

And liars

Take it off, pleases leave it on

There is a place, I have a twitch

There is a mustache, there is a cap

There is a wreck, there is a house

What’s wrong with that?