Standard (EADGBE)

Ragged robbins for the curtain call

Wrapped in ribbons on the trailer door

Carved initials in a concrete footstall

On the imitation marble floor

We're the boxtop admissions and their throwaways,

Strewn across tobacco roads

With their wormwood shots and their snake oil plots

Drunk sheepshank con men and their sycophants

And I

I often wonder if I've already died

[GUITAR DROPS OUT; Only bass/drums play for a frame]

Out at elbows by the encore

But there's a citadel inside

Where I'll go and shape my heart like yours,

As you shape yours like mine

Where we're the spiraling arms of all galaxies

And we're the microscopic sand

Suffering from delusions of ungrandeur on middling display

Beside the Cardiff giant with the alabaster eyes

I often wonder if I've already died

I often wonder if I've already died,

Bridge

: repeat 4x

Or if the 'I'

if the 'I'

is an unintelligible lie

Outro

:

Off we flew like swarms of hornets

'Woken up' from winter's rest

To colonize with plastic pulp

 Our neighbor's perfect paper nest

While all year round potter wasp

 Has buzzed her unhinged song

You can hear its creaking in our floorboards

Megalomania's only mania if you're wrong

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