selling out wouldn’t even cover my gas bill
so i guess i’ll keep selling you instead
the apathy of others is death by starvation
and my back hurts too much to dance the limbo
i’ve got a bottle of pills for the pain
sure, go ahead, i’ll just keep the one
lord willing and the river don’t rise
i will put supplies in my knapsack
and hit the road for a learning experience
but the river’s rising every day
sure and i can swim and but so
my map’s too soggy to read
guess it’s time to blaze a trail
someway somehow
truth is
i expected rituals of fire and clear liquor
truth is i expected great truths
so i’d trust any bedtime story read
in a voice that sounded like home
and fell asleep waiting for christmas morning
still when the intruders came in quiet
they ignored the gifts and valuables
climbed the stairs and beat the everliving shit
out of whoever dared to open their eyes
this is one of the things nobody will tell you
it is not enough to have locks on your doors
if there are lights on inside reflecting
on anything that shines
you best put bars on your windows
you best sleep with a gun under your pillow
they will come they will take
yeah but who wants to look out of a window
like a prison cell
it’s not gonna be like in romantic comedies
the whole truth is somewhere down there
and when i find it, it will hurt me and bleed me
still i keep panning for gold
as if there’s ever been anything there before.
mattress dungeon 