Nashville Parent - Lambchop

But it just looks so cold there from the bottom

Another part of another ritual

Standing in the kitchen, arms are braced against the counter

Swallowing like mercury down the drain

And the neighbors have been drinking

And they are raising quite a stink

Pretty soon they will be fighting

It can get pretty ugly

The city makes a hooting sound tonight

The owl on the roof has got it right

If it’s left up to him

He’ll take that stupid grin

And decapitate a rodent or a mouse

Take the B train or the shuttle

At the exit have a smoke

Try to spit onto the sidewalk

Instead you wipe it off your chest

I don’t wanna freak but the tongue erodes

Each time we speak

On a timely mission

Oh you look pretty swell in your new position

Fiberglassm funny face upon the wall

It’s funny when it’s not funny at all

And if it’s up to him

You can take the ways of sin

And smash them like glass against the wall

But it’s nothing too pathetic

Full of rhetoric and doubt

Carry on like little creatures

In the fields of our love