Sångtext The Lawrence Arms: The March Of The Elephants

The March Of The Elephants


The cistern burns
with the sisters who learn
that certainty burns with a fist
the cyst of this growth is a hope
(against hope)
that I loathe, and steel my self to resist

I am an animal, unprepared
A club in a drawer full of silverware,
I'm under there and breathily holding
Her underwear is deserving a scolding

Disgrace is the color of red that you're looking for
I'll be wearing that working convenience store
Oh

Fuck all the garbage in unforgiving piles
The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles
The cities wear a badge that differentiates
but it's the same exact shit that the dirt and sea hate

I am an animal, unprepared







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