Lyrics Guided by Voices

Guided by Voices

The Weeping Bogeyman

"Make it" comes alive

In my private glass tent

A portable mortuary

Going...

Going...

But not yet gone

'Cus when it does, it does and then...

The ancient practice

Of mourning the phantom

Do you really think he

Would choose to inhabit the pore

Where his container was planted?

...can't imagine that