Lyrics Grant Lee Buffalo

Grant Lee Buffalo

Orpheus

I heard that your Orpheus he done left town

Snuck out the back way while you slept face down

Bound for the underworld he rolled down his wool sleeves

And like a serpent coiled about the wet leaves

Tennessee waltzing a dance of disease

Can't you see

Pick up your shears Delilah right there

Leave all your cares to fall like dead hair

Outside a carriage waits to take you home

Its tricky handbrake will not hold out for long

Do hop inside for your map it has been drawn

Can't you see

What leads you

What leads you

What leads you

What leads

Pickin' the mandrake I would use for tea

I heard the water spirits calling me

And faintly a peacock cried behind the tulles

Can't you see

That when you feel it tickle your brain

Filling your skull's bowl with a butane

Maybe the genie wants back in the lamp

He's run out of wishes and his clothes are all damp

Back to the bottle though he knows just how cramped

That can be

What leads you

What leads you

What leads you

What leads you

What is it now now

What is it

What is it

What is it now

What is it now now

What leads

Well what leads you

What leads you now now now

Down down down

Down down down down down

What leads you