Lyrics

Non skippable thoughts
non skippable nuts
second hand deer and second hand bear
a corny female nude

Buying a hat taming a cat
grieve takes many forms
sharpen a knife gambling with life
with a pinch of scorn

The road is long and full of potholes
all around my broken dreams
I drove up to New Berlin
found some things I’ve never seen

It’s a sign infallible sign
if the moon is riding high
I hold the line
I bear my fears illogical fears
if the moon is riding high
I hold the line
I hold the line

Emotional void
tired of toys
the lake is full of ice
the stories they told
are boring and cold
corroded by mice