Gut Pageant

That fine fever brought us here

Lambasted eyeballs

When we kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh

What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

What a gut pageant

Meat for the flowers

You break out of a paper bag

And wake up on the street

Just kidding

You don't have to go

I asked him why the grass is blue

And stray boys don't go home

Why four a.m's so screwy

He says " Sleep through it "

What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

What a gut pageant

Meat for the flowers

Not too special not too strange

Just the way I like 'em

You find an empty promise and stick by it

Not too pretty, not too sweet

Just the way I like you

When you kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh, harder than me

Tell me another one

I could sit for hours

When anyone laughs

I know I'm a coward

What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

When we kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh, harder than me.