The Big Fall
Weve got our rope neckties.
The light fixture shedding sawdust keeps us hanging on.
Waiting for the movie rights to come,
but nobody wants to see us bruised and modest, feeding off ourselves.
Spent life avoiding all advice.
Whod have thought the bottom we know would be so low down.
What did we do to get so fucked round after round?
I act like I knew it but sometimes I trick myself.
I have these delusions that this time it will work out.
From album to album, falling down.
Were skidding down the mountain now, should have brought the megaphone.
What keeps us hanging on?
Our stomachs, screaming, realize that well just eat each other,
and were all starving now.
Were all starving now.
